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

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,Whqthmical Nonsense about Jedate ffeniora 9'ersel11 9'old .25 Allen-A fork of linked sweetness long drawn out. Alter- A sacred shrine about whose base Countless thousands hide their face. Anderson- His thoughts run deep, e'en when asleep, And he sleeps just like a log, Though many fail, he dares to sail All wrapped up in a Fogg. Armstrong- The secret of a strong man, a maiden once laid bare, She gave him to the Philistines by cutting off his hair. Let this to you a warning be, Armstrong, do beware. Bald-In voices well divulgedg free, learned, and valiantg and in dimension and the shape of nature, a gracious person. Baker- A calm, serious lad, An old Fremont, grad. Baumert-Seest thou not the air of the court in these unfoldings? ,Ig I qi X '. 5 ss. f Berkey-The stately mouth and chin are all my X X- own. I swear it. They belong to me! 4 ef-an.m . 'li It 'yui i Blezek-Thou art the hare of whom the proverb goes, whose valor plucks the dead lions by the beard. Broacly-A goodly portly man, in faith a corpulent, a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage. 177

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W HJ, l -YN ll, ' Al I W, 'll A 1 ' K X ML f 'N b-s- W I N ,M I ,gzip X all Z Mal . ,QV Lffi rx?-E: 1 N Kms. If the act and the name are the same, what Senior Law is this? ea' D4 farewell . E ,Ag For these long years it's been our fate To- work here. Now we graduate. But, now that we are nearing June, The time, to me, has come too soon. We've all made friends, and good ones, too. And soon we part, as all must do. Whether our fortunes smile or frown, Whether we're up or even down None of us know. But, come what may, Let's so live that on the last great day We plead our case, and plead so well We'll meet once more. Till then, farewell. 176 R

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f H ' B L Buchanan-The knave is mine honest friend, sir. ,, fTherefore, I beseech your worship, let him ' be countenanced. 'i lu 7 K' Ji ff., ahx fn E . , f K l f EZV U W.- S X X x 1 l 1 Campbell- His is not a common tale, It's more than rhyme or storyg It came from out the mystic past, From battles fierce and gory. Chain-His looks belie not his heart. It is mad stuff. - Corlett- ' He wiggles and wobbles, He's here and now there, A most unaccountable thing. Cowan- Alas, alack! He takes his way VVhere snares and pitfalls lie, And loud his powers he does insist To dwarf and Stull-ti-fy. Craft-The gods hath given him a few stray thoughts, spoon, withal, wherewith to dish them out. Culver- Two panes of glass, a hefty step, Two eyes of piercing glance. A. ,T Griffin- N g . , ily! xl ' fu lil ,f f'lif ff f .gs m Griggs- At chapel time he takes a stroll Around the campus walks, And to a Winsome maiden shy He talks and talks and talks. 178 e of more substantial and a silver He wanders alone no longer. Forsooth, he is much married.