Artemisia [yearbook], 1904 . to** \ The trials of an editor with his stafF are not unlike those of a Latter Day Saint. On May 2nd Juan Brambilla came into the Artemisia office hunting hunches for the HunchBureau. Bramby went away smiling and muttering: Jt takes the Hunch Bureau to findout whats going into the Artemisia. Where are your hunches today, J)oes the Bureauever fail? Extract From A Senior Mines Examination. I What is a crowbar? What isit made of> What is a wheelbar-row used for? Draw outline sketchof a pick. Answer the above fully; but donot go into details. Write answerson
Artemisia [yearbook], 1904 . to** \ The trials of an editor with his stafF are not unlike those of a Latter Day Saint. On May 2nd Juan Brambilla came into the Artemisia office hunting hunches for the HunchBureau. Bramby went away smiling and muttering: Jt takes the Hunch Bureau to findout whats going into the Artemisia. Where are your hunches today, J)oes the Bureauever fail? Extract From A Senior Mines Examination. I What is a crowbar? What isit made of> What is a wheelbar-row used for? Draw outline sketchof a pick. Answer the above fully; but donot go into details. Write answerson scrap paper. Then rewritethem over again. One out of six senior miningstudents passed this will not mention his name,however. Notice the difficulty ofthe questions and judge the greatbrain power of the mining students. QLHT IT, REINE. Reine, O Reine, you mav be fair; Yet strange it seems to do you always comb vour[hairFrom nine until half past three? 171. tjort CjIPTAIN BOYD GOT Kli STAKT • The saddest incident of the leap year is related of a poor student of Lincoln had been a faithful escort for the fair maids of the University for many years in thepast. When leap year came a change was noticed in him and remarked by many. Onecold winter night he was found on the cottage steps—dead! a small arrow sticking in hisheart. In his hand was found a piece of parchment on which was written the followingverses. It tells it own sad story: I am waiting, sadly waitingOn the steps of Lmcoln Hall, For some maiden, pretty maidenTo invite me to the ball. I am sneezing, badly sneezing Near the willows tween each hall. For some maiden, any maidenTo invite me to the ball. I am freezing, sadly freezingAnd a tremblin at my gall, For some maiden, ugly maidenTo invite me to the ball. I am dying, slowly dyingNo one harkens to my call, For a maiden, 04 maidenTo invite me to the ball. Tell my mother, if you see her,That you saw me in my pall. For t
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