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

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He searched the East, and he searched the And the South and the eold North Sea, In querulous quest of a quiet man, SO wilfully wise as he. Till after the end of a thousand yea And a thousand more had passed, He tumed in his toil out to the Wlest, rs, In hopes of a haven at last. And he Came, 'tis said, a sweet sp To a room in search of rest, VVhere another prof of another age VVas doing his very best. And above the door of the dingy den Of the modern pedagogue, 'Was a brightened band of a burnished bla PROFESSOR M. M. rose. But scarce had the seer assumed his seat, Recovered his feeble breath, Than catching sight of the fearful sign, Threw up his hands in death. , .25 2. i. :iewis av The cousin of Lew Wallace, The man who wrote Ben Hurg When Lewis gets to Oxford The diplomats will stir. 151 Vifest, ring day, ze,

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And he wept a weep that was woeful long As he gazed on his awe-struck crowd, And he sware an oath beneath his breath That could scarce be thought aloud. Are there none that are old, that are wise, cried he None but these students green! Of all cheap guys I have viewed, I wot, The worst are these, I ween. Alack a day! and alas, alack.! I-Ie trilled to his trembling tribe, Oh why are there none in the days of now 'W ho equal your humble scribe. Oh, why are the men who live to-day So lacking in wit and worth, Oh, why are there none so Wise as I Upon this great green earth? F or ,tis writ up there in the great great writ, On the record in the sky That till such I find in my fearsome fare 'Tis willed I can not die. And he gnawed his nails and he tore his hair, And he burned his Hesh with lime, And the awful rage of this awful man Is thought o-f to this time. But the time passed by as it sometimes does When all is done and said, And the golden gleam of the grinning moon I-Iad ofttimes turned to red. And the glowing hair of this grewsome prof Assumed a grayish white, And age's hand had bent his head, Against his bent and might. And the classes came and the classes Went, And babes grew old and died, And a weary, wirey, woeful wreck Now searched the earth and cried. 150

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Nuts to 'Graek eb' I would not like to know it all, But I want to understand, 'W hat makes Judge Armstrongls head so Bald And I. Earl Tanner tan. And why we can't make Righter right, Or I. P. Hewitt hew, And why won't Louie Lightner light, I do not know, do you? I can not tell to save my life The mystery and the how I Of making L. O. Pfeiffer Fife, Or Charley Cowan cow, Another thing I would compel- For this I trust to luck- I want to see O'Shelburn shell And Bill Buchanan buck. And yet another I would make- This just to fill the bill- I want to see Earl Baker bake And I-Ienry Wilson will. But oh, alas! in woe or weal My mirth turns to a sob- just why will brave Fred Nielsen kneel And C, A. Robbins rob? And is the Wolff, once Fierce and Wild As comes from holy writ, Now managed by a little child, That Lambe's not ,fraid a bit? When sounds of toil and daylight pale And falls the dews and damp, Then who's the belle upon whose trail Does M. P. Campbell camp? ,. And when the Alter's sacred flames Are lighted fore and aft Why can't we sail adown the James Upon our talking Craft? 152