The Resurrection

   When green turns to brown and the colors of the last flower fade, when Summer is dying, the University begins to live again. The familiar forms of Professors and janitors are the first to heave in sight . The birds espy them and all except the pestiferous sparrow take flight. The clocks are started, doors unlocked, and instructors allowed to resume their accustomed places. The new editor of the Nebraskan is at his desk looking more like the "last rose of summer" than the beginning of a college year, his appearance being due to three months' worry over the first editorial. Many strange and awe-stricken creatures tremblingly appear. They come in at all gates and gaze wide-eyed at everything above the ordinary line of vision. Awkwardly they look at the bulletin board as they encircle it, no less than nine times, in search of the door to the Registrar's office. Then by direction they enter the Administration building, and the annual comedy is begun. Later others come, but they look not, for they know whither they are going. To them everything is familiar, and they pause only long enough to greet a few friends or send the innocent and unsuspecting to the Capitol to interview the Chancellor. The frivolous and the serious, the sober and the smiling, the big and the little, the fat and the lean, are all present in abundance, and each train and hour increase the supply.
   With little warning the Campus has become alive with humanity. The out-of-doors is more attractive than the class room with its initial (or any other) lectures. Men gather in groups to discuss wanderings of the past few months. Women barricade the walks chattering like so many magpies, as

each one tells of the newest dress and the latest "kid." He is a "peach," "a bird," a "lemon," a "sport," a "gingersnap," and the thousand other epithets of the feminine vocabulary beyond the comprehension of dull man. They flock about the fountain and decorate the Library Steps. The Sun Dial is forced to perform its work in the shade. Solicitors for the Nebraskan are busy, the cohorts of the Y. M. and Y. W. are not silent, depleted fraternities and sororities search for repairs. Heaven only knows the "plumbers" who lay "drain pipes" to the pockets of the unsuspecting in these tumultuous days. The "joiner" is hunting for a new society, the "fusser" for a new bunch of girls (nothing singular about him). Professors suffer from nervous prostration as they attempt to pronounce the new names. The gridiron warriors have completely captured the Athletic Field. All the machinery that has lain idle for so long is set in motion. The days of ease have passed, those of expectation have come, each forwarding the ever-increasing tasks that must soon begin. Somnus has gone to other worlds. Life has returned to the Campus, and she awakes to welcome the Freshman, take back the Sophomore, civilize the Junior, and give her last admonitions to the Senior.
S. 0. C.
Rushing
Sing a song of rushing,
   Pockets full of pills.
Freshmen in the morning
   Pale around the gills.

Sing a song of feasting
   Stewards getting rash;
Older men are thinking
   Of the next week's hash.

Raids upon the grocers
   Cider, macaroons;
Grocers all are smiling.
   Orders few for prunes.

Bringing out the records
   "Take my private tip,
Not a bunch can touch us
   On our scholarship!"

Smokers in the evening,
   Parties at the Frat;
Banquets at the Lincoln,
   (Owners getting fat).

Then the end on pledge day;
   Blanches grab their men.
Inter-frat relations
   Are resumed again.

Freshmen all exhausted;
   Doctor takes his "temp,"
Says he has been smoking
   Too much twisted hemp.
D. R. D.

Will some one please explain

Why the D. Us. have fewer Seniors since Phil Harrison resigned?
 
Why the number of formals have increased since cabs have been abolished?
 
How Townsend's studio can afford to advertise in the CORNHUSKER*!
 
Who the Sigma Nu's press agent is?
 
Why so many fathers asked their sons to live in the Y. M. C. A. instead of the frat houses?
 
Mere Suggestions
 
Marie Douglas--Quit running for class presidencies. That has been done so often it is no longer news.
 
Art May--Get Johnny Uhl to act as doorkeeper at the Junior Prom, instead of one of your own frat brothers. It will be much more original.
 
Beta Theta Pi--Stop pledging any more Freshmen. The Associated Press will be hot on your trail for such a news item.
 
Chancellor--Give, oh give, with all your heart
 
A smoking-room before we part.
 
(Suggested by co-eds who dislike to get off walk for smokers).
 
Iron sphinx--Next year, if you give a little party after your formal try to keep it darker. Every one got wise this year.
 
Dr. Luckey--Why not give a course in grammar and spelling next year in the Teachers' College? A good many people need both.
 
Librarian--Don't call any one down for a week and see how popular it would become.
 
Rag--Quit saying there is a lot of competition for reporters' places on the staff. We may be easy, but not quite so easy as that.
 
Miss Conklin--Don't act annoyed the next time the Laws bother you. and see how quickly they will stop.