Morning journal and courier., 1884-07-01
On the Campus.

Life and Death of College Years - Mo-
 nOtony and Solitude Broken Duly by
 the ConversatIOn Of A. PiersOn and B.
 SilIImam.
 The fires are out; the shouts of victory have died away. Yale college campus no long CT rings with the war-whoop like yells of her sons, intoxicated with success. The sad faces and whining voices of poor wash- women who have been heeced of their hard earned dollars by gentlemanly students are all that are left to break Ehs monotony of the deserted buildings. Here and there finger ing student walks with almost mournful con- tenanee along the walks gazing wistfully at the closed halls and regretfully musing on the ''days that have been" Here and there window is still open, now and then we see l door ajar; but in general all that is left to tell the glad tidings of the happy days and weeks just now ended are the lofty, noble elms with their bright foliage nodding silent | Iy at the deserted halls. To be sure Abra- ham Pierson in his solitary glory stands guard oGer the old laboratory with one eye on the Art school lest Venus De Milo should ffirt with the bust of Cicero; and the other on South lest it should fall down with old age. The man of this generation stands quietly in his corAer, musing with solemn mien and majestic gray ity on the combinations of oxygen and the metals, wishing that the pump in front of Durfee was better acquainted with H&O and wondering when another Silliman will be as famous as himself. But, alas The sun rises in shimmering glory through the trees, climbs the clear blue of heaven and of Yale to play the part of the ''Yale star in the as- cendant," and then sets in crimson to keep Yale in mind of the waning glery of Har- vard's oarsmen. But amidst it all no glad shout of healthy students at their games breaks the silence, no college bell disturbs the soft morning air to call forth the nut tered curses of the weary student, walked from the restful slumber of which from his midnight debauch he stood so much in need. All is quiet save the lonely call of wandering newsboy of his base. There he goes away with an srmful Of papers-sold none. But, hallo! What? the library open? Even so. It is kept open because no one is expected to go there, and the reading room is closed be- cause all who remain do want to go there. Yale conservatism, you know.
 This is Farnam. How lovingly it's south end looks for that addition in the shape of 8 $50, 600 dormitory with all modern conven- iences-except bathrooms. There, too, is Alumni hall. Why does it look so sad Oh, only because it s going to have it's view ob- structed. They are going to put the Y. M. c. A. building there you know. "Thats $ heavy mail the boy is carrying from the Ii brary." Yes, it carries to the freshmen the records of their entrance examinations. On account of these,
 Many 8 heart will soon be sad,
 nd man a ma ba 0Ia ad
 Because he got iR Yale.
 An, we'll, September will soon be here, and the merry voices of ''the boys" be heard again; they will hirt as much as ever, and next summer the campus will be deserted and washerwomen mourn as of old. It is the same old story over again. But here comes Prex. The trees are lowing to him in place of '24 let us aISo hou and sav odia1