Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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THSER) ECHOES The Wrong Conception "Fresh" Littlejohn-When are you going to join the German club? "Fresh" Gary-Not until next year, I guess; I am going to take German then. A New Criminal Crobar the Great-Lemnie tell you, riding on that alligator in the sky scraper is next to flying. Sat OnI Hamlin (after church)-Can I carry you home ? Our new Co-ed-I don't know, I'm pretty heavy. The Quarter-Record Man Hackman-Carriage, sir? Prof. Wardlaw-No, I'm in a hurry. I'll have to walk. Question Say, did you know That Marion, "Big Bo," Likes to go to the libraree, At an hour past three, On Monday, Wednesday and Fridee? Answer She's small and chic, With glances quick, And hair as dark as ebonee, And by my own veracitee, In June, she will an M. A. be I A New Song We'won it last time; We'll get it this time, The championship is ours every year. Just strike them out boys; We'll help you with our noise, For we're the sons of Carolina, so dear, dear, dear. If we cannot bat, We'll make the side lines chat, And aid you on to vict'ry in every way. We have no brass band; Not even a tin can, But still the boys of Carolina have saved the day, day, day. "S. H." Apropos of the Four-Girl Dance Now there's the Shandon (lances, they are liked by all, We go to them in spring-time and we go to them in fall. Bernard Manning and Dub Dargan Spromised that one we'd -get; So we all wvent out to Shandlon, but it hasn't hlappenedl yet!I Oh, it hasn't happened yet!i No not yet!i Oh, it hasn't happened yet I No not yet! But wve're hopefpul that it may, And anticipate the day, Wh.ile our (lollars are flying away, But it han't hapnedor yet I The Sketch Book (condensed) "Rip Van Winkle" was on "Christ mas Eve" in "Sleepy Hollow" with "A Broken Heart." On "Christmas Day"' he went in "The Stage Coach" to take "The Christmas Dinner" with "The Widow and Her Son." "The Angler," "John Bull," who was "The Pride of the Village," took him to "Westminster Abbey" and told him some "Traits of Children Charac ter." Here he became "A Royal Poet" and engaged in "The Art of Book making" at "The Boar's Head Tav ern" wheie "Rural Funerals" were preached by "The Wife" in "The Iron Kitchen." He skipped "A Sunday in London" and went, with "Roscoe," to enjoy the "Rural Life in England." He went to "The Country Church" where he met "Philip of Pokhausket" and ar ranged for "The Voyage" home. "All Well-" "All's well that ends well;" how many times have we heard it repeated and re-repeated. It contains a com forting thought, one that has sustained us through many a poor beginning. But will this old adage stand the test of modern inductive logic? Are there enough specific instances to warrant this conclusion? Is all well that ends well? And how, pray, do we know when anything ends well or, for that matter, when the end of anything is reached ? Things take their origin at the com mand of no mortal and have their end at the volition of no oxygen-breather. A great boulder may be blasted from a hill-side, leaving a scar in which a house could be buried. A tiny grain of sand may be lifted from the beach, leaving a scar in which an ant could not hide. [The above was written to fill space.-Ed.] The Silver Lining A college girl lay on her bed-and she cried And she made up her mind that she wished she had died; And yet she wanted to go for a ride; And she cried, and she cried, and she cried. A college boy sat on his trunk and he cussed And he made up his mind he'd go riding or bust, And yet he hated to get in a fuss And he cussed, and he cussed, and he cussed. A college girl sat by his side-and she beamed; A college boy sat by her side--and he gleamed. And - * *I * -The Talisman. Lost Two gold hatpins in chapel the night of the minstrel. Finder will please return to No. 7 West Rut A Lovely Lve Lyr-ic [The following lyric of love 'wa dmomed' in reply .tt'a disidtation oh "The 4Ieart of Hadi" which lately appeared in these columns.-Ed.] Oh I Hart, my dearest .ny. darlifgest dove, This is to, answer your message of love. Your eyes are like diamonds bespark led with dew, Tonight I am Ithinking of you so true. So true sometimes ' Yet you often forget to think of me, You dear little pet. Last night as I gazed at the heavens above, The stars and the moon whispered of love, Love such as your's that can't be surpassed By James, Jimmy, Jack or dear Hack, Pete, Paul and Billy, And all the rest take to the corner When you're at your best. Oh dear I how I do love you I My heart thrills with pride, For I know that you love me And no other besides. It makes my hart patter and my my cheelfs rosy red, When I think my dearest of what you said. Oh, I feel that I'm dancing upon an ocean of joy, When I'm dancing with you, you adorable boy. Oh to dance! Oh to dance! With you is such infinite bliss, Now before the german remember this! A kiss on the lips will be accepted, too, Anything, darling, will be accepted from you! Even some candy or a Gamecock will do, The latter I think the finest bird that ever crew. Oh l you precious darling whom I adore, Take to your heart this message so ( poor; For she who writes them loves you t so well, That words her passion but poorly tell. C Mr. Taylor's Plan At the recent meeting of the alumni Mr. B. F. Taylor, '9i, suggested that there be given a series of lectures at the University by nien eminent in c various professions. The insight given by these men into their profes sions wvould, it wvas thought, be of the greatest benefit to students in choos ing professions. This calls to mind j a similar suggestion made to the Clariosophic Society by Mr. Christie Benet last year, and as a result "Clari- c osophic Night" was established. At r that time alumni of different profes- c sions are called on to speak to the society. A very enjoyable evening was spent in this manner several ~, wveeks ago. The plan might well be extended to the University as a whole. t r Dr. George Armstrong Wauchope will spend the summer in Saluda, N. C., in doing literary work pcf im.-] pnance. The Senator Gambols on. the Green Cloth The Satuiday Afternoon Sl1ve Te.; whs'in full bla4st. The giant irh the wilds of Saluda County spat gloomilyl in the fire and rolled three ladies, to the! profane disgust of. the gentlenfiaii fr6n Newberry who had previously enter tained visions of copping the kale with a trio of Jasons. Blue streamers of pmoke curled lazily from a half-score >f Piedmonts and as many pipes. Eager faces, tense with excitement, followed every turn of the fickle bones. Suddenly, the door opened, and the 'Senator" appeared, his swarthy coun enaihce wreathed in smiles, and his atent-leathers glistening. "Come on, George, and get in the ame 1" a number of voices hailed him. The Senator considered. This was t strange, new game, and he was not )articularly rich. "Aw, come on, George; don't bL a our-flusher," said the gentleman from Lancaster, hitching his rattlesnake rest. -"Hal,.man, gimme some chip, den," uoth the Senator, briskly. "I play or ten minute, den I got to git up me lope bottle. Don'e know nuttin' 'bout lis dam game anyhow. Keeley my rame. Keeley a' ri'." Saying which, the Senator gathered he bones and spun out five one-spots Lt once, winning the pot. He pulled ff the same stunt twice more in suc ession, while the crowd stared, open nouthed. The long-haired. Laurensite ,rew blasphemous, and the Senator's >ile became ever higher. "Helh I" exclaimed that worthy, ,rinning like a Cheshire cat, "Boy, you razy as hale, crazy as Jeem Sallivan. win lak' hale; I b'live I close up dat lam store down deh; I .make mo' iioney dis away." But, alas I Dame Fortune basely leserted the Saturnine statesman from labylon, and his winnings melted .way in the twinkling of an eye, and oon vanished. "Hal," said the Senator, rising when iis last dime had found another rest ng place. "Hal, I got to get up my loup bottle. Dam dis game. I shoot oU Keeley any time for five, ten, fifty ois and dolla,' but dis game crazy as cem Sallivan," and muttering abjur -ations tinder his breath, the Senator lisappeared with Bubber and a crocus ack, hunting for dope bottles. The Faculty's Summer Plans The various members of the faculty re now making arrangements as to ow they will spend the summer va ation. Prof. A. C. Moore will de ote his entire time to the datalogue f the alumni, and wishes it to be laced in the hands of the p)rinter ome time during the coming winter. 'rof. Moore has been working on this or several years, and has gotten to ether some valuable Anaterial con erning the alumni. This book should iake a valuable addition to the history f the institution wvhen completed. Prof. W. H. IHand intends to take a the summer school at Charlottes ilie, Va., during vacation. Prof. .G. Potts will spend the time be ween June and September in Ger many, as he did last summer. Profs. Casterling and Gee are going to the Jniversity of Chicago. Mr. F. W. iradley intends to extend his knowl dge of French by. a smmer in Paris.