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The subordinate colleges of Kansas are important and necessary parts of the body educational. But there should be no exchanging with the University upon equal grounds, no
lowering of the university standard to compete in anyway with minor institutions. Each has its place to fill,but our duties are not theirs nor theirs,ours.
Literraquy.
A Rhyme.
The Romans had a joke that was peculiar; They spoke of lovely woman as a mulier.
-Ironquill.
Scaring up a Rabbit.
I remembered having read somewhere that a small boy knows perfectly well the haunts of the rabbit; so, being of an indolent nature, I decided to secure one as my guide, when I tried to scare up a rabbit in order to observe its sensations as well as my own.
I meekly asked a bright-eyed, little fellow of ten summers to please go rabbit hunting that day, and incidentally to take me along. He looked at me steadily and solemnly for some moments without saying a word. My eyes wavered and then fell before his steady gaze. In all my life I never before had felt so humble. I have often heard that woman is man's superior, but since that child looked at me with such contempt in his eyes I do not believe it. I know that I must have decreased in height several inches then and there; but that was only the beginning of a series of shrinkages.
I begged, entreated and conjured, but not until I crossed his palm with a piece of silver, through the medium of which he saw, no doubt, visions of Tutti-Frutti, Pepsin and Yucatan, did he at last consent to take me along.
We started out together, side by side, but it was not long before I was meekly following along behind. I did not notice the surroundings nor the neighborhood through which we passed, for I was too busy trying to keep up with my youthful guide. I merely knew that we were going south. The silence was becoming unbearable. I began to whistle—an accomplishment of which I am very proud. I
trilled and I warbled from pianissimo to fortissimo, from andante to allegro. I thought my companion's heart was softening, for he slackened his speed—but no; he merely turned about, pointed at a hen on top of a barn roof, who was frantically trying to crow, and then shut one eye slowly and impressively. I understood.
Then we went on, I meekly following behind, and at last reached a ten or twelve acre enclosure, known by the romantic maidens of the town as the "Daisy Field." I was well acquainted with the place, for—well, I had been there before. Then, I had had some one to assist me through the fence, but this time I had to get into the field the best way I could. I tried to crawl under the fence, but the wire was too near the ground. Then I tried to roll, one of the barbs caught the back of my jacket, another my sleeve, and I was held fast. I was too proud to call for help; besides I was afraid to, for my guide would have looked at me so contemptuously that certainly I should have become frantic. At last, with a long, strong, steady pull, I was free and on the inside of the fence; but two little patches of black cloth hung on two little barbs of wire and two little holes in my jacket corresponded exactly in shape and size to the two little patches of black cloth that were waving fantastically in the breeze.
Tears came to my eyes, and to my distorted fancy everything seemed to be either leering and grinning or staring at me in silent contempt. To complete my mortification there drove along just then two of my most aristocratic acquaintances. I did not wait to bow