Show STUDENT LIFE 80 In the University of Minnesota $1200 is distributed each year for excellency in debate Rule in Physics:— The deportment of the pupil varies directly as the square of the distance from the teacher’s desk Nothing is better than a pretty girl An ugly girl is better than nothing Therefore an ugly girl is better than a pretty girl President Bashford of Ohio Wesleyan has added $1000000 to the permanent endowment of the institution in the last four years He has begun to raise a second million Husband (after a quarrelsome discussion on epitaphe:) “My dear what kind of stone do you suppose they will give me when I die?” Wife’s affectionate reply: pose my love” — ex “Brimstone I sup- We have a new exchange the Spectator published by the Capital University of Columbus Ohio The Spectator is one of the ablest college papers we have seen and shows us what a college paper can be A writer In a Juvenile magazine lately gathered a number of dictionary words as defined by certain small people of which the following seem genuine: Dust— Mud with the juice squeezed out Fan — A thing to brush warm off with Ice — Water that staid out in the cold and went to sleep Monkey — A very small boy with a tail Pig— A hog’s little boy Salt — What makes your potatoes taste bad when you don’t put any on: Snoring— Letting of sleep Wakefulness— Eyes all the time coming unbuttoned — ex DOES Does IT TAT? it pay I wonder to toil for gold Till the back is bowed and bent Till the heart is old and the hair is white And life’s best days are spent Till the eyes are blind with the yellow dust That we strive for day by day Till all we hear is the coin’s dull clink I wonder docs it pay? Docs it pa3 I wonder to strive for naught But the pleasures life will give To dance all night and to dream all day To be merry while we live To work and worry and fume and fret Over what wc shall wear today What we shall eat and what we shall drink I wonder docs it pay? Does it pay I wonder to give our strength The treasures of heart and brain The gift of the gods and the skill of hand For that which brings no gain To labor for that which is bread alone And the things that pass away Till the heart is full of an aching void I wonder does it pay? Docs it pay I wonder to never stop In the ceaseless rush and care And list to the songs of bird and brook Or wander through the woodlands fair To never think what lies beyond The narrow sphere of today Till the new life dawns on our untried souls I wonder does it pay? |