University of Nebraska College of Law - Yearbook (Lincoln, NE)

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Of course, there're lots of girls '11 nice ones, too, no doubt, But there ain't no use a talliin', she'll put 'em all to rout! There ain't no light can dazzle the sunshine 'neath her hat YVhen I am in the sand-hills, the sand-hills 'long the Platte, And as he spoke his feeble voice was growing very weak, His eyes put on a dreamy look, he sighed and ceased to speak. His room-mate stretched and gave a yawn. and tumbled into bed As flickering shadows creeping across the ceiling fled. The soft moon rose up slowly and calmly she looked down Upon the campus buildings and ou a far off town. And one stray beam crept toward him and hit him where he sat As it oft had hit the sand-hills. the sand-hills 'long the Platte. C. ff' , u V, ,WW ,M XVILLIARI M. CASE The Leading Littemteur of the junior Class ml Af' r l, ,jfs 5, xXX,X f ,gif PATRICK I. O'GARA The Leading Democrat of the College of Law 119 R

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r r r ghe 5and:hills 'Liang the 9latte .29 A Freshman of the Law School sat sighing in his chair, There was lack of neat apparel, there was dearth of new brushed hair. And his room-mate sat beside him with his feet perched on the sill, And he Watched the tears go chasing as the water down a rill. And the sighing Freshman stammered as his comrade stroked his hand As he sighed, My poor head's thumping hard enough to beat the band. Take that sponge and, Billy, wet it, which I wore inside my hat When I was in the sand-hills, the sand-hills 'long the Platte. How I long to see my brothers and my sisters crowd around So I can tell my story of the things that I have foundg How I've chewed the chop-house leather, till I chewed it in my sleep. And the nightmare haunted ever, even though in slumber deep. How I battled to digest it, 'long with tough and soggy bread Until I can not see straight for the thumping in my head. But this is surely culture, education, and all that! But I'd rather climb the sand-hills, the sand-hills 'long the Platte. How I'd like to see my mother frying doughnuts at the stove, And the rolls of snowy biscuits, yellow butter, and, by Jove! Cans of milk all white and creamy, and Pd never try to tell Of the jars of apple butter, and the other kinds of jell. And the apples in the cellar, and the chickens in ther yard And the Jersey co-ws and Holstein, though I never try so hard. And the Poland China hogs just a rollin' in their fat . In my home among the sand-hills, the sand-hills 'long the Platte. But shucks! that's all vainglory now they've sent me long down here To fill my head. with contracts, torts, and agency, oh dear! How it iills my soul with anguish when I think of all I miss. Ten months ago I never thought I'd ever come to this. My appetite has all fagged out, my cheeks once brown and red Have shrunk away to hollows, such a pain inside my head! And it thumps away so fearful that I can not wear my hat Which I wore among the sand-hills, the sand-hills 'long the Platte. And then I know another, not a sister, by the way, VVe went to school together, and studied every day, And still she's just as dear to me as when we used to ride Across the rolling prairie together side by side. 118

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