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The Science Club Banquet.
A reporter of the annual carouse of the Science Club labors under two difficulties. If he gives a full report of the proceedings he is liable to be viv ected by the members for betraying the arcana of the club, and at the same time he realizes that even if he was $ _{2} $ not sworn to secrecy he could give no idea of the feast to one who was so fortunate as not to be there. The amount of oyster soup and elder consumed may be estimated when it is known that nearly all the forty-nine guests present had been saving up their appetites for weeks in anticipation of this event. Crucibles of nuts and raisins, battery cells of crackers, and prehistoric vases full of apples were emptied as fast as the nimble waiters could bring them, and Prof. Dyche's buffalo meat was in great demand. The stomach of every scientist swelled up with pride when he thought that for the first time the club was dining off of its own dishes.
After the banquet the club adjourned to the Osteology room where the feast of reason and flow of science was continued. Music by the Mandolin Club was followed by a paper by Prof. Murphy on "Ancient Bridges," illustrated by charts. The first one shown was a suspension bridge such as our ancestors in the primeval forests used to construct out of their own bodies by twining their tails about each others necks. The lost chart was a bridge devised some centuries later which the professor seemed to consider an improvement, although only one person could cross at a time. Judge West exhibited a fossil from the Dakota rocks and gave a classical and unscientific explanation of its origin. It seemed to mary of the club that his antiquarian zeal had caused the learnod paleontologist to mistake the nature of the specimen but as it now forms part of the K.S. U. collection our readers can see it by applying to Judge West or Professor Snow.
The great event of the evening was the trial of William Suddard Franklin for the crime of killing a specimen of Felis Domestica, the body of which had beed found in Snow Hall and the tail in the prisoner's pocket. The brutal and friendish expression of the prisoner's countenance and his ferocious attack upon Sheriff Short prejudiced the minds of the spectators against him but his tender embrace of Miss R—showed he still possessed some instinct of humanity. Attorneys Bailey and Eames brought forward expert testimony in regard to the effect of strychnine on brittle cats and attempted to prove that the bacteria obtained from the cat and the tail were identical, but on the part of the defense the diligence of Attorney Esterly in keeping the jury awake and the wonderful tact of Attorney Blake in the examination of the lady witnesses kept the balance of justice even. However, if the jury had been composed of persons of even ordinary intelligenience there is no doubt which way the case would have been decided.
After the trial the room was darkened and Prof. Sayre exhibited stereoptic views taken by instantaneous photography on the loco—motion of the horse, that is the effect produced on a horse by a dose of loca-weed. Richard Short then showed a series of slides on the struggle of the vegetarian with a calf.
About this time your reporter lost his memory and has been unable to obtain any account of the proceeding from the other guests.
Unity Club.
Mr. Edward Russell's address on Civil Service Reform at the Unity club Monday night brought out a fair audience; still we might wish that more students and citizens of Lawrence had evinced their interest in the subject by their attendance Of those present certainly none went away lukewarm after Mr. Russell's earnest appeal. The speaker dwelt on the necessity of arousing the public conscience and remarked on the unhappy significance of the fact that the public conscience needed to be so aroused. His
own perception of the burning need of reform dated from the disgraceful scenes of the election of 76.
The history of the Civil Service was briefly reviewed and figures were adduced to give a realizing sense of the enormous growth of the principle of removal for political reasons, from the administration of Jackson, the patron saint of the "Spool System," Mr. Russell said he did not understand how any honest, intelligent man would for a moment hesitate between the above mentioned and the "Merit System"—between the right of the people to faithful and competent service, and that of a "pack of politicians" to degrade public office into a bribe for favors and a recompense for political trickery.
Having the fear of Representative Poet before his eyes, Mr. Russell denied our obligation to England for the idea of a reformed Civil Service, and pointed out that all the reformers asked was a return to early purity of the Republic. To the State of New York be the disgrace of having developed the spoils system in local politics and of having them introduced it into national affairs.
The history of recent moyes toward reform was given, with extracts from the principal bills brought forward. The speaker recited Kansas history as an illustration of the tenacious grip of the ruling party upon the offices, and stated that but one governor had ever had the courage to nominate a Democrat to a position of trust and honor in the State, and the Senate refused to confirm. Such utter disregard of the rights of minorities was too plainly unjust to admit of argument.
The speaker closed with a solemn avowal of his sincerity in the principles he was advocating.
In the course of the discussion which followed Mr. Russell was authorized to draw up a petition to the legislature for signature by the club and all others who feel an interest in this subject—the petition to state the opposition of the signers to the spoils system in local politics and to pray the legislature to abolish it in that State. Mr. Russell stated his belief that the thing would succeed if only the women of Kansas would be aroused, since in their keeping is the conscience of the people.—Tribune.
Times Company in Session.
Wednesday, January 30th, was the date as set by the Constitution for the election of officers and a staff of editors of the University Times, for the ensuing term. Promptly at 1 o'clock, the now-famous room No. 11, was well filled with the fifty stock-holders and a goodly number of pld up subscribers, all of whom have a voice in the selection of the editorial board. It was a University crowd in every respect, representing no faction or clique, but a body of students interested alone in the success of a paper which is published for and by the students of the Kansas State University. There was no grumbling, no quarrelling, no kicking. The officers were chosen with little contest, and how wisely the future must determine.
President Hunt called the meeting to order and the list of eligible votes was read by the Secretary. Nominations for editor-in-chief being called for, F. E. Reed was placed in nomination and unanimously elected. The board of twelve assistant editors was then elected, the names of whom appear with this issue at our mast-head. The following other officers were then elected in order named: President, E. M. Mumford; Vice-President, H. F. M. Bear; Treasurer, N. C. Brooks; Secretary, Jus D. Bowersock; Business Managers, Wim. Hill and F. W. Butler. Board of Share Adjustors, Caywood, Mumford and Spencer.
The report of the Business Managers, as published in another column, was received and adopted, after which the meeting adjourned. Thus, most auspiciously, the TIMES begins the new year.
Get your barbering done at Andy Reed's and you may draw a fine silver-headed cane.
A SUPERNATURAL DOG.
The reporter was sitting on one of the seats on the Battery promenade recently when a well-dressed woman passed leading by a strap a snow white Spitz dog. A man dressed in the rough garb of a laborer sat on the seat next to the reporter, smoking a short-stemmed cob pipe.
How a Train Was Saved from Wreck by an Optical Illusion,
It is to the interest of every student to call on Bromelsick when in need of anything in his line.
"Talking about strange things," said, the laborer, nudging the news-gatherer. "I never see a white dog but what it calls up a strange experience I had while firing on the Pennsylvania railroad ten years ago. I was in the cab with Tommy Burns, one of the best engineers in the company's service, and our run was between Jersey City and Philadelphia. We left Jersey City at nine o'clock one Saturday evening, pulling a long train of passenger coaches and three Pullmans. The cars were all full and we had the right of way, making no stops except at Market street, Newark and Trenton. We rolled along all right over the Hacken-sack meadows, and after we left Newark we struck a sixty-miles-an-hour pace, and watched the telegraph poles flash by till they looked like the teeth of a fine-tooth comb.
"We had struck the plain at Prince-
ton Junction when Burns, who was
looking out of the cab window, says to
me:
"Look-a-here, Jack! There is a white dog runin' alongside what's been followin' us for five minutes and blamed if he ain't keepin' up to the injine. Look at him.'
"I was shoveling coal in the furnace at the time and the heat was blistering my eyeballs in their sockets. It took me some time after gazing out of the window before I could make out the dog. Finally I saw him skimming along like a swallow. Now in the glare from the window he could be plainly seen, then he would get out in the line of the darkness and we would lose sight of him. But he would be sure to show up again in a few minutes. Ditches, cuts and sharp beads, it was all the same, that white dog stuck beside the cab as steady as its shadow. Burns and I couldn't make it out. First we thought our eyesight was deceiving us, for the awful heat from the furnace, the sharp wind or something else, or all these things put together, is terribly trying on one's eyes who has to use them in an engine cab. The sight gets blurred and cloudy, and sometimes you see double, and sometimes you don't see half. Well, Burns and I thought at first we were fooled by our eyes and there couldn't be any dog. But mile after mile that white dog was alongside.
"Jack,'" says Burns all at once,
"this is more'n I kin stand. If our eyes ain't mussed up there's something wrong somewhere. I am again' to stop her.'
“Sure enough he stopped, and we both got off the cab. The conductor came running up and wanted to know what in the blue blazes was the matter. We told him about the white dog running alongside the engine, and we looked about to show him the blamed animal. But to our surprise there was no dog to be seen, and hunt high and hunt low we could not find him. The conductor laughed at us, and Burns and I got aboard again, thinking that after all our eyes might have fooled us. Burns pulled back the throttle and we started on slowly. There was a curving cut just ahead of us. Fifty yards from it, before the wheels had fairly begun to revolve good, the headlight flashing on the track before we showed us a rock that must have weighed two tons on our track. We stopped the engine with the cow-catcher not twelve inches from the stone, which, loosened by rains, had rolled down from the bank. Had we not stopped on account of that white dog we would have struck it on full headway, and you can see what that would have meant. I got shaky soon after that, and resigned, and the very mention of a white dog, less the sight of one, brings that strange ride back to me.”—N. Y. Tribune.
RUSSIA'S GREAT SECRET.
Andy Reed, the student's popular ton-sonal artist gives away a fine gold watch soon.
How Marshall Jewell Stole Their Method of Making Leather.
In one of the stores on Broadway lately, I noticed some fine Russian leather goods of various kinds, and was tempted through curiosity to take a closer look at them.
"Why is it," I asked the proprietor,
"that these goods can not be manufactured in this country as well as in Russia."
"Bless your heart," he said, "these goods are made right here in this country, and neither Russia nor any other place can make them any better. You see, for a long while Russia enjoyed a monopoly at this sort of work until a Connecticut Yankee happened on the scene and caught on, so to speak, to the secret of its manufacture.
"This leather was manufactured in a large factory situated in one of the towns of northern Russia. The owners possessed some secret about curing the leather, which they jealously guarded. England and other countries sent operatives to this factory to learn the secret, but when a man once entered the factory it was a life job with him. He had to stay there.
"Other men were sent there disguised, but so carefully was the place watched that nothing could be learned and finally all attempts at discovering the secret were abandoned and the Russians were allowed to continue their monopoly undisturbed although many imitations of it were manufactured.
"About this time, the late Marshall P. Jewell was Minister to Russia from this country. Mr. Jewell had been brought up in the leather business and was then the owner of several tanners in Connecticut. Of course he had heard of this now famous factory, and more from curiosity than from any desire to learn the secret of the business he expressed a wish to inspect the works.
"The Russian authorities never suspected that Mr. Jewell was interested in the leather business himself, and in his official capacity the factory owners, who were aided by the Government in maintaining their secret, felt rather complimented that Mr. Jewell should have expressed such a desire, and accordingly Mr. Jewell, as it were, was given the 'freedom of the factory.'
"For three days the United States Minister remained in the Russian town and visited the factory many times. He was quick to catch on,' and he did 'catch on' so much that on his return to the United States he determined to put the knowledge he had thus acquired to a practical test.
"The result was that Mr. Jewell was soon manufacturing 'Russia leather' on his own account. His first experiment was a perfect success, and now, as a consequence, this sort of leather, as you will perceive, is manufactured in this country equal to 'every respect to the best that Russia a can turn out.' N. Y. Herald.
A MAN OF MEANS.
How He Accumulated Five Million Dollars in Twelve Years.
A medium-sized, middle-aged man, with an iron-gray mustache and offhand ways, though of few words, arrived here the other day over the California and Oregon road. He is a man who has made a great deal of a stir in half a dozen Territories and States of the West, and is yet doing it, and is talked about a great deal.
The quiet, unassuming man was Dennis Ryan, the five-times millionaire, builder of the gigantic Ryan hotel in St. Paul, railroad-builder and silvermine owner. His family are with him, and will remain all winter, but Mr. Ryan himself will stay but a short time.
Mr. Ryan has led a strangely checked life. Up to 1876, it is said, he had no money at all, and had the hardest kind of work to get along.
In that year, while toiling as a common miner, he struck it rich in the Rebel mine, one hundred miles from Ploche, in Nevada, and sold out for $1,000,000.
This seemed like a vast sum to Mr. Ryan, but he wanted more, and he put a big many thousand dollars in the Horn Silver trying to develop it, and at last he and Matt Connolly, who were
equal owners, opened an immense ore body, and sold out to an Englah company, represented by Sir Charles Franklin, for $5,000,000.
With this vast capital Mr. Ryan went to Montana and secured some of the best mines there, and worked them at a profit. He also secured large contracts for building the Northern Pacific railroad, and he has also been identified with other railroad schemes, notably with the road projected from Billings to Cook City, in Yellowstone National Park.
He also began and completed the big Ryan hotel in St. Paul, which is the wonder of the Northern prairie regions. This hotel is variously estimated to have cost from $1,500,000 to $2,000,000.
Mr. Ryan is now engaged with other capitalists in building a large smelter at Tacoma for the reduction of Washington Territory and Idaho ores. Mr. Ryan was met by an [Examiner] representative, but he hesitated to go into particulars in regard to this or other Western enterprises in which he is engaged, saying that for business reasons he preferred to say nothing. He thought from their commercial locations that Tacoma and Seattle would be cities of considerable importance.—San Francisco Examiner.
—Stationer—"Yes, sir; we have every kind of pens. What kind will you take?" Chicago Litteratour—"You may give me a box of facile pens. I understand the best writers use that variety."
—I twenty-one apples packed by a New Holland (Pa.) farmer completely filled a half-bushel measure. The smallest weighed exactly one pound and five ounces. The entire eight tipped the scales at twenty-four pounds.
OF GENERAL INTEREST.
— Thomas Cruse, the millionaire stockman of Montana, proposes to rent ewes at fifty cents each per year for a term of years, the lessies to return the same number of ewes at the end of the term; the ewes to be taken as they run in the flock when leased and when returned. The lessies have all the wool and bear the losses. Mr. Cruse, estimating the sheep at $2.50 per head, receives twenty per cent on his investment.
—The mule has qualities which entitle him to respect. A mule and a man in Georgia made a crop of cotton which packed into seventeen bales, averaging five hundred pounds each, besides making enough corn, fodder, hay and peas to feed the mule another year.
—A Nebraska man has organized a band consisting of a concertina, a triangle, two drums, a pair of cymbals ad mouth organ. He plays the ensemble combination himself, and would make a mighty showy organization if he could only afford to hire a drum major.
—There are on exhibition in the rooms of the State mine bureau at San Francisco 6277 'desclicated human bodies' that were found by Signor S. Margherli in a sealed cavern at an elevation of 4,000 feet on the eastern side of the Sierra Madre mountains in Mexico.
— "You'd be surprised," says a New York safe manufacturer, "at the number of sham pasteboard safes in New York and they're made so well that any ordinary person would be deceived. They have a businesslike appearance and give an office a thrifty look, all for $5 or $6 whereas the real article would cost something like $100.
—Joe Patrick, of Delevan, Wis., married his mother-in-law, Mrs. Casperwich, the other day, and brought about a very complex state of things. He thus becomes stepfather to his former wife. He was formerly the son of his present wife; being the son, he becomes the brother of the old lady's daughter (his former wife) and also a father-in-law to himself.
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1st Student—Say Frank, where are you going Thursday night? 2d student—Why I am going to the Christian church to buy a basket and eat supper with one of Lawrence's beauties.