Colorado College Nugget (annuaire) . es ensemble de nouveau et garder des visages droits. Le petit Indianan a eu des traces de dogedleurs joyeusement toute la soirée. C'était mon premier peu de publicité gratuite, murmura Ruth, malheureusement, Andi ne pense pas que ce sera mon dernier. Courage, air de supériorité consciente, dit Louise gentille, mais Je suis tellement content que ce n'était pas mon inspiration. NOËL. Cassez dans la chanson, O Soul que long hast yearnedTo connaître ton Dieu! Plus personne ne peut Pécher la défaite! Au jour où le trône devient le siège de miséricorde, Et l'Amour incarnait la victoire gagnée.— Pas toutes nos épines aux sapins encore sont transformées, T

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Colorado College Nugget (yearbook) . es together again and keep straight faces. The little Indianan had doggedtheir footsteps happily all evening. It was my first bit of gratuitous advertising, murmured Ruth, sadly, andI do believe it will be my last. Cheer up, dearie, said Louise sweetly, but with air of conscious superiority, Im so glad it wasnt my inspiration. CHRISTMAS. Break forth in song, O Soul that long hast yearnedTo know thy God! No more may Sin defeat!To-day the throne becomes the mercy-seat, And Love incarnate hath the victry earned.— Not all our thorns to fir-trees yet are turned, To plough-shares all our swords are not yet beat, Calm Peace hath not yet cooled all battles heat, And fires of hate and passion still have burned. Yet, surely thro the darkness and the din We trace the widening circle of the Light, —As dawn steals gently oer the sleeping earth, — Which first was born in Christ on Christmas night. And all that brings Hopes brighter morning inHas had its dawning in that Holy Birth. W. M. Vories. 157. THE SWORD OF BUNKER HILL UP TODATE. Saturday evening had arrived and with it the open-ing reception at college. Great excitement prevailed.The students were bubbling over with thusiasm, andeverybody expected a large time. Perhaps noone felt more keen anxiety than HezekiahHill, lately christened by that honorable as well asvenerable name, Bunker Hill. He was a tall, thin|^ fellow, and looked like sweetness long drawn out. He had come to college to win fame and glory for theSunflower State, and incidentally break a few hearts, for he was the lady-killer of Kansas—the Beau Brummel of the Kaw. Bunker went to his room early to prepare for his grand entry into society.On the bed lay a hand-me-down dress suit bought that day from Isaac Oppen-stein for $10.98, and a hat wrapped in a pink paper. Nearby were his patentleather shoes (number thirteen), procured for $1.49 from Jacob Guggenheimer—a rare bargain. He began his preparations by rubbing his face u

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