Our Preps
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Title
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Our Preps
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Date
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1884
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Description
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Article from The Sombrero
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Transcription
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I have been asked to write a history of my class, 1894, and although the request embarrassed me considerably at first, I managed to brace up with a couple of trial bottles of nerve tonic, and am now on deck. In case there are any serious errors in this history do not charge them to my account. I cannot maintain that all herein is truthful and correct, because I am not entirely responsible. You see, I cannot write myself, and am obliged to employ a Sophomore as an amanuensis. I can scarcely repose in him all the confidence and clinging trustfulness that I could wish.
I was plowing corn one day in Douglas county, and the plow struck against a rock, breaking the handles of the instrument, and also making one of the horses cross-eyed from the shock. My father was so enraged that he shingled me-not my hair either-and used some violent language of a very personal nature. This wounded me severely. He then informed me that I was too great a fool to ever make a decent farmer, and that he should have to send me to the University to train my mind. So mother packed up my lay-down collar and store-clothes, and I entered Lincoln on the top of a load of hay. I noticed that every one was glad to see me, and was slightly surprised to find that they all knew that I was the country.
I went up to the University, and paid a solemn man five dollars. He then showed me into chapel, and I listened to the choir sing. It was not worth five dollars either; but they say living in a city is expensive.
After chapel I went into a room where there were a lot of boys writing with great speed and lead pencils. A lady gave me a look of welcome and a paper with directions to write down all I knew about arithmetic. This took me almost ten minutes, and fatigued me greatly. The lady then seized the paper with an affectionate gesture, fetched me a clip on the side of the head with a Latin dictionary, inserted my name in a large book, flung the ink bottle at me, gave me a huge yellow card that looked like a small-pox warning, and, after telling me that I was a full-fledged, conditioned first
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Source
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Author: The Students of the University of Nebraska
Title: "Our Preps"
Periodical: The Sombrero
Volume: 1
Pages: 25-26
1884
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Our Preps
