. Athena, 1893. r—He would if hecoulil; if he couldnt,how could he?—Loved and lost. Gould—You are called plain Kate, and bonny Kate, and some-times Kate the curst. IIi(i(;iNS—Here sportful laughter dwells. Johnson—A learned doctor 1 will be. LeFavor—Right from the hand of God her s])iril came. McCaugiiey—How much unlike thou art. 122 McCuNE—Bold as an eagle. Morse—An infant crying in the night. Pickering—To all, her smiles extend. PiLCHER—Peace sits within thine eyes. PosTEN—Say boys, d you want to know why I did that,d yon want to know? Rose—With all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
. Athena, 1893. r—He would if hecoulil; if he couldnt,how could he?—Loved and lost. Gould—You are called plain Kate, and bonny Kate, and some-times Kate the curst. IIi(i(;iNS—Here sportful laughter dwells. Johnson—A learned doctor 1 will be. LeFavor—Right from the hand of God her s])iril came. McCaugiiey—How much unlike thou art. 122 McCuNE—Bold as an eagle. Morse—An infant crying in the night. Pickering—To all, her smiles extend. PiLCHER—Peace sits within thine eyes. PosTEN—Say boys, d you want to know why I did that,d yon want to know? Rose—With all its sweetest leaves yet folded. Richmond—Thy spirit seems exceeding tame. Thomas—Loose the ocean that is in thee ])ent. Wm. Thomas—No word to any man he utters. Ullom—Ill l>e a ]»hiloso))]ier, sure. Wilson—Hush, little l)aby, dont you cry, youll be anangel bye and bye. Winters—Althougli to cure men be beyond my skill, tishard indeed if I cant keep them ill. —None name thee but to ]) After Dr. Supers umbrella case last fall, a gentleman froml)ack apiece, having heard him addressed as doctor, wanted a per-scription for roomytiz. 123 a^ l£un^lnn ^^a^u1n/* Pui^cKiiuK (from Sheep Kun)—Say, mister, liuw iiiiicLi ill yetake for one of theni degrees: PowKHs THAT i!E—Ph. B., A. B., B, Ped., or B. S., *5; M. A.,110; Ph. D., IIS. S. R. P.—Too much I Then yed want to /amine me. P-—Pll tell you! Well let you through on your come now! You cant know less than 9:5. What have youread? S. R. P.—Ten weeks in the Sciences, Greek without aMaster, an Ten Nights in a Barroom. P.—Tisut much, but your teaching will get you through allright. Have you the stuff. (S. R. P. planks er up.) Good!Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.
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