the battalion
A QUIET AFTERNOON.
Being a poem by Samuel Grierson on
the wide open spaces with plenty
of Atmosphere.
Three guys walked up to the filthy
bar
In Dirty Dick’s Saloon,
And ordered some rot-gut whiskey. '
The time, it was afternoon.
“I’ll Pay,” said the first, a tall rough
neck
From a town up near the bend.
“A sock on the nose you’ll take,” said
one,
“Before your money you’ll spend.”
“A sock on the nose, and that ain’t
all,”
Said the silent one of the three.
“This is my treat, and I’ll have you
know
The drinks are all on me.”
They wrapped the bar-rag ’round the
neck
Of the one who spoke so loud.
The second threw his gold on the bar
And soon there was a crowd.
A fight! A fight! Whoop-ee! Whoop
ee!
In Dirty Dick’s Saloon.
There’s many a broken cranium
Came from that afternoon.
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UNUSUAL STUDENTS
Working girls in Durham, North
Carolina, write English that puts to
shame the efforts of the average
university freshman. They read
Greek plays in translation not for
three necessary credits in Classics A
but for the fun they get out of it.
So, at least says Dr. L. B. Wright,
Professor of English at the Univer
sity of North Carolina, who, in co
operation with the University Exten
sion Department, gives weekly
classes in English for the Durham
working girls.
“The remarkable thing about the
reading of this group,” Dr. Wright
declares, “is the quality of the mater
ial read by the girls before beginning
their work in English in this course.
None of the girls has ever had more
than two years high school and one
One crashed a bottle on the head
Of a stranger with a crutch.
A shot from the gun of Dead Eye
Dick
Killed the man called Crazy Dutch.
Then in walked Nell, the crimson gal,
From the town of East Saint Louee.
And on the spot all guns were still
And everything went blooey.
The first man said, “I’ll have that gal.
I’ll take her for my wife.”
An Indian who had but one arm
Killed that man with a knife.
The second man seemed monstrous
bold.
He smiled at the dizzy brawd.
A coon took out his razor true;
Weil, number two was floored.
The last man turned to the bar-ten
der
Who worked for Dirty Dick.
“Give me some of your rotten rum,
And give it to me quick.”
To him, this gal meant nought at all.
He was a low-down sot.
For women he cared not a pink-eyed
hoot,
But he liked his liquor hot.
And soon the sun began to set;
And soon uprose the moon.
It cast a ray on the bar-room known
As Dirty Dick’s Saloon.
—From The New Student.
It is true that all the money that
1 Suzanne gets is net money, but she
! has to go from one court to the other
to collect it.
—Exchange.
or two have never had as much as
the sixth grade work. Most of the
group, however, have attended one
summer school for industrial girls at
Bryn Mawr. Several of the girls read
Greek plays and enjoyed them. They
have read Oedipus Rex, Antigone,
and Trojan Women purely through
interest, not for credit of any sort.”
—New Student.