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all, and students need to observe it as much as any other class of people. It is very easy to fall into the habit of leaving lessons until Sunday, but it will also be found surprisingly easy to keep out of that habit if one will only try. If the student has no lessons to get on Sunday, he can afford to spend an hour at church, and among all the ministers in Lawrence he can surely find one whose sermons will please and benefit him; he can hear some good music there are three big pipe organs in Lawrence,
and the School of Music brings plenty of good singers to our churches; and he can get acquainted with people who will make his stay in Lawrence more pleasant socially. Then he will have time to write to his mother, to read a little if he wishes, to see some of his fellow students, go for a walk or a ride and make a pleasant day of it, instead of moping dismally in his room all day, haunted by the unlearned lessons which he has neither the spirit nor the energy to master and yet dares not abandon.
LITERARY.
"GRANDSTAND JIMMIE."
How He Won the Name and the Game.
Red, red, red, everywhere. In the grandstand, on the bleachers, streaming from canes and parasols, covering coaches and carriages, spread in great flaring bows on the coats of the boys, and blazing in great clusters over the fluttering hearts of the girls, and everywhere a perfect torrent of "Razoo, Bazoo, L. U."
It was the biggest crowd of the season which had turned out to see the team do battle on the diamond with the crack team from N. S. U. Everyone was there. The greyheaded professor of mathematics was seated beside a young lady who wore a pin in the form of a golden kite, and who was dividing her attention between chewing gum and admiring the third baseman who would even rush for the wearers of the golden kite. Billy, the "pharmic," who had already placed two week's pie on the result of the game, was chewing with Jacques, the "engineer," who for once suffered a pharmac to talk to him. The "laws" were grouped in a cynical, sarcastic looking crowd. The engineers, were here, there and everywhere, yelling themselves hoarse. It was a great day.
This was the last game of the season but the first with a state university and the students felt that the team would meet opponents who would make them work hard for a victory. Hard and faithfully had the boys practiced, and when at
the close of the first inning the score stood 2 to o in their favor, the crowd signified their appreciation by a hearty "Razoo, Bazoo, L. U."
The close of the second inning found two more scores to the credit of the home team while the visitors were still unable to cross the plate. The team was jubilant. They were hitting the famous "Cricket" who had shut out the Omaha league nine for seven innings. But wise old Captain Jimmie shook his head and said, "He isn't down to work yet; wait until he's warmed up."
Before the commencement of the third inning the "Cricket" called his men to the box and when they took their places again it was with the confident air of an unbeaten team.
The first batter up was Haradin one of the team.
The Cricket glanced around over the field and by the motion of his hand changed the position of a fielder. Then he gave Haradin his entire attention.
With his left had extended in front of him grasping the ball, the Cricket slowly moistened his fingers and then as slowly wiped them on his uniform and then grasped the ball, all the time gently pawing the ground with his left foot. With his eye on the batter he slowly repeated these motions two or three times. Then came a quick doubling up of his small body.
"Strike one," called the umpire.
Haradin had not moved.