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The Trial of the Dandelion

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Execution of Judgment


   A THOUSAND warriors, with unsheathed weapons glistening in the warm rays of a spring still had assembled. Their leaders, most noticeably Dr. Bessey, exhorted them to be brave and unwavering in the coming struggle, and to slay without mercy the host of the enemy. Then the bugle sounded, and, as the Cadet band played a furious charge, four regiments, Senior, junior, Sophomore, and Freshmen, a thousand of Nebraska's picked men and women, hurled themselves against the foremost line of the yellow millions. Fiercer and farther grew the conflict until glistening bayonets, keen knives, and bright daggers flashed in the warm sunlight at every corner of the Campus. On and on went the irresistible thousand, and not one paused for time or breath. In an hour three millions of the enemy lay dying on the Campus.
   The destruction had been complete. The bugle sounded

a second time, and the weary warriors returned to camp. Ice cream cones were their reward; tired bodies, blistered hands, and sore fingers were mere incidents; the inward consciousness of something done was their greatest satisfaction. Only a few had deemed themselves unfit for toil, and with sneering ignorance passed among those who worked. But these were the "aristoquacks" whom good men and women neither fear or notice.
   Big awkward Freshman and dainty sorority girl toiled side by side in the exterminating of the "Yellow Peril." Those who had never met before that day became lasting friends. False pride had been left at home. For once at least a feeling of commonality pervaded the University. With perfect harmony all labored as with one mind toward beautifying the Campus. Dandelion Day had come and gone.


   PERHAPS none of the experiences of a student's career can be logically compared with his enjoyment of Commen-cement. Commencement is a period, -- a condition, not a day. Commencement begins about the middle of the final exam week, and lasts until the Senior Play, the Pan Hel, the Reception, and the Parade are over. It consists of hurrying to the train to meet "the folks," of blushing acknowledgment of congratulations, of flowers, of strolls, of handshaking, and heart-quaking, of the exchange of greetings between the old grads and the new, of presents given and gifts received, of a thousand little experiences indistinguishable in themselves, but all part of the happy scheme of the thing.
   Then when all these things are over -- when the "folks" have gotten their tickets for the exercises at the Auditorium; when the "Girl" has been introduced to the "folks," or the "Girl from Home" properly welcomed in a secluded corner, then comes COMMENCEMENT DAY. Seniors assemble between the Library and the Auditorium, where the Commencement Parade is formed, and the march to the

Auditorium taken up, headed by the Chancellor, the Regents and the Deans of the Colleges. How imposing and dignified they look in their regally striped and barred robes, marks of their academic honors. First comes the Chancellor, with his pleasant smile, and his calm, fatherly eye; then Dean Bessey radiant under his halo of white hair; then Dean Sherman, small of stature but great of learning; afterwards Dean Davis, shuffling along, now and then taking a pull at his short brown beard: following him, Dean Stout with his square cap set far down the bridge of his nose, and his keen eyes roving from side to side, bowing to friends as he passes; then Dean Hastings, tall and slender, his soft black hat for the time discarded, and his whiskers neatly trimmed; and finally Dean Walcott with Dean Fordyce, each bearing his dignities with apparent ease, and chatting in the most unconcerned manner. Then the long, black, double line of Seniors, capped and gowned, and the procession has passed, and, save for "The Address" and the receiving of diplomas, Commencement is over.


Sketch or doodle   WITH a whoop that startled the mummy reposing in the Museum, from his centuries sleep, eight hundred nighties, which until then had never been so shockingly exposed, started on their zig-zag, rolicking, laughing, yelling march through the city streets. It was the night of the shirt-tail parade; that annual orgy which always takes place the evening after "Compet"; and the cadets were out in force to wake the city to the fact that it has a college in its midst.
   With unblushing immodesty, these wild youths had donned the garb of night and come forth to do disgraceful deeds. Without a qualm of conscience they marched along singing the "naughty song"; shamelessly they waved their scanty garments to the four winds; recklessly they cut the trolley ropes of the street-cars, to the mortification, yea even the anger of the conductor and the villagers thereon. Without hindrance they passed down the main aisle of the Lyric, betook themselves to the stage, and there disported before an audience, shocked into uncomplaining silence. Hesitating not at all, still shouting "U-U-U-n-i" and "Cheer! Cheer!" they advanced upon "Riggs Cut Price Drug Store," and consumed with relish, not to say avidity, the punch there placed before them; then out upon the street

again, dancing, yelling company yells, cutting all manner of unseemly capers for the edification of the burgesses and their spouses.
   On they went, like whirling dervishes in mad frenzy, upon their zigzag way, until at last they reached the Athletic field, where a fiery holocaust consumed the chaises and other chattels of unenthusiastic, to-wit, unwilling. contributors to the revel. But "tempus fugited," as they say in Boston, and at last with a parting yell the garments of Morpheus were flung upon the bed of coals to be consumed, martyrs to the cause of education and culture.

-S. S. G.

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   PERSONALLY speaking, I thought University Night was pretty good this year, so I have n't any kick to make except for one thing, and that is, I had to stand up during the entire performance because I got there too late to get a seat. They said they would not open the doors until 7:30, but they must have changed their minds because I got there at 6:30 to make sure that I would get a seat, and the doors were opened then.
   At about 9:00 the show started with a touching rendition by the University "mandolin" club. I liked that pretty well, but I sure had to laugh when the Glee Club pulled off their stunt. You know a glee club always wears dress suits, or at least the men in it do, and it was easy to tell that some of those songsters never saw a dress suit before because some of them were so awfully fussed; I think that was the reason they almost broke down a couple of times, but I wouldn't say for sure not being a detective.
   The "Ags" had a good stunt too; they put on a farmer's convention with all the variations, even down to the "village fiddler." I liked the Union Society's little rendition about as well as anything that was pulled off; Dave Rogers was the "main squeeze" because he was the Chancellor, and he was good in the part, believe me. It is n't everybody in this old school that could play the part like Dave did.
   You understand I am kind of giving you a rough idea of what was doing that night that interested the people the most. There were lots of stunts that I can't say anything about because of the lack of space, but I can say, every stunt was good. The engi-

neers' stunt was probably the best of them all. The boys simply gave an insight into the lives of some of their Profs. away back in the '90s when they were civil engineers (surveyors) instead of professors. Rex Davies took the part of the head engineer, and he sure did it to perfection. I never thought Rex was so skinny before until I saw him in that "norfolk" coat with the short sleeves. You know the coat really belonged to Kitty Mockett, and Rex borrowed it for that occasion.
   As for the alleged "frat" stunt, I guess we'd better refrain from saying anything about that now. Anybody will tell you what they thought of that better than I can here, because they are at liberty to express themselves more freely. Thanking you kindly for your attention.


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