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Kansas University Weekly.
hung in the hallway of the Main Building. The Country Club has become a university fixture.
THE FOLLOWING from the editorial columns of the Kansas City Star is a gratifying testimonial and a frank expression of a prevalent sentiment regarding Kansas University in its relation to Kansas City, Mo.: Kansas City has always taken a deep interest in the University of Kansas at Lawrence, and has always been represented in the body of students there. In Kansas City a large number of Kansas University men find their homes and vocations. Among the universities sought by graduates of the Kansas City High School the Kansas institution ranks with Harvard, Yale, Princeton and Michigan. General gratification will, therefore, be felt at the announcement that the third graduate scholarship in Latin, established by Prof. Holmes of the Kansas University, has
just been endowed by Kansas City business men. The two other scholarships are the David H. Robinson scholarship, named in honor of the first Latin professor of the university, and the Lawrence citizens' scholarship, each paying $100 a year for five years. The Kansas City scholarship pays $200 a year for the period of five years, when it expires by limitation. The scholarships are open to those students who have taken their baccalaureate degree from the University of Kansas or any other institution of recognized standing, or to those students whose previous Latin training shall justify their appointment and who are looking forward to one of the higher degrees. Appointments are made by the Chancellor and Board of Regents of the University of Kansas, and needed preliminary information can be obtained on application to the University."
Literacy.
Dale Weston's Clue.
A clatter in the hallway was followed by a heavy blow on the door, and Dale Weston burst into his friend's office exclaiming, "Confound it, Doc, why don't you make 'em keep that hall lighted at night? Folks 'll think you want people to break their bones so that you can get more practice. Between the dark passages and the bad sidewalks in this town, a fellow takes his life in his hands when he goes to see a friend."
"Hello, Dale, it's you, is it? I thought it was a cyclone. Take a chair and state your symptoms. Let me see your tongue; I'm afraid it is being over-worked these days. How's your heart? Been to see a 'friend,' I believe you said. You must take more sleep; these cases are apt to become chronic, and —"
"O, 'ring off,' old Saw-bones; I was thinking I had a friend here when I concluded to stop, but I find only a candidate for the lunatic asylum —"
"First rate symptom. Feel natural when you found yourself?"
"As if anybody but a 'jay' could feel natural in such a blamed town as this;" said Dale giving up the fight. "What are you doing in your office at this time of night? I saw your light and like to broke my neck coming to look after your welfare."
"I see. Head in the clouds all evening; a little dazed yet; wait until I finish this batch of medical reports of the new lodge, and I'll take you home. By the way, when can you come around for your examination?"
"To-morrow. I'm going up North the first of the week."
“Be gone long?”
Dale folded his arms, leaned back in his chair and gazed critically at the ceiling before replying. Presently he said, "Well no, not more than sixty or seventy years at the farthest. This will be a good place in which to be buried, I imagine."
"Dale Weston, I believe, by Hippocrates you are crazy. What do you mean?"