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UNL, 1912 Yearbook
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BY A MAN. The social season of the University is
fast becoming a matter of history--and what a gay season it
has been--larger, more elaborate parties, and more beautiful
gowns than ever before. "Man, man, 'them there gowns'! They,
sure were grand." You should have cast your peepers upon
those two divine visions of beauty and loveliness, Kay D.
and Agnes B., at the Junior Prom. Kay was a wonder to
behold, she was gowned (not dressed) in a creation of
red-pink-orange-green-heliotrope. Then there was a fluffy
"do-dingas" on the outside of the dress proper, which hung
from her arm by a rope. I believe they call it a
train,--anyway, I saw several of the boys riding on it.
"Tickets, please." And, oh, that fair, fussy Bartlett
damsel--another gown and a bunch of spinach in her hair. Oh,
believe Papa, girls, it was superb, magnificent, chic and
scrumptious. And those men--I wonder how many "books" those
dress-suits cost.
The members present were Kate, Tibbitts, Halloway, Sanford, Williamson, Riche, Lindley, Spires, McCoid, Northrup, Spaulding, Rogers, and Schwake. The following pledges and rushees were present: Lindsay, Ladd, Paddock, Hyde, Hyder, Dolman, Barr and Burke. Bill Letton will take several trips to
Dennison in the near future, so we hear. |
Junior week is the one bright spot to
the student recovering from final exams and awaiting the
opening of the spring "fussing" season. The Juniors first
hold convocation as a sort of "feeler"; if they get by
without any casualties, they buy a few railroad tickets and
give their artists a running start. At their convocation
some imaginative person with a wholesome disregard for facts
gets up and reads a glowing account of the class history,
after which four self-appointed "bronchos" get up on the
platform and sing, making a noise similar to a Brush
automobile in a hill-climbing contest. In the midst of this
melody the audience makes a break for the door, only to be
met by a bunch of oratorical athletes selling tickets for
the Junior play. The Captain of Company F We have a curly haired captain whereof we lament mightily. He thinketh he sitteth on the right hand of the Com. but thou art wrong, thou little rascal, thou doth not. Thou protrudeth thy chest mightily, when thou marcheth us forth into the promised land and the band playeth, for art thou not leading the youngest company in a proud and valiant regiment, and lo the recall soundeth and the other companies gather thither, but we remain to gather in the jewels of wisdom that falleth from the prophets' lips, in order that we commit no boneheads in compet, and to marvel at his skill and dexterity in handling a sword like unto a lumberjack with a soupspoon. For verily we drill until the sun setteth and gather in great amounts of twelfth street filth. We are the last tribe to assemble before the adjutant reads his prophesy. We standeth in straight line and admire the symmetrical curves of our shepherd. We tremble at his commands, for doth not the shorn lamb become tempered to the tempest? He leadeth us into the dizzy heights of the cadet manual, and quickens our cadence. He hath a voice that doth rumble mightily, so that we his lambs may not become lost in the wilderness. Yes, yea, and verily we have SOME captainAMEN. |
The Typhoid Epidemic Water, water everywhere, and not a drop
to drink. Oh, what a sad refrain is this, good student,
don't you think? Clear water pleasing to the taste is full
of bugs and things, so we must drink this chlorine stuff, or
what the kettle brings. Oh, me!
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