Colorado College Nugget (Jahrbuch) . es wieder zusammen und halte gerade Gesichter. Der kleine Indianer hatte den ganzen Abend glücklich seine Fußstapfen gediegen. Es war mein erstes bisschen Gratifikalwerbung, murmelt Ruth, leider glaubt Andi, dass es mein letztes sein wird. Kopf hoch, Dearie, sagte Louise süß, aber mit Luft bewusster Überlegenheit, im so froh, dass es nicht meine Inspiration war. WEIHNACHTEN. Brechen Sie im Lied hervor, O Seele, die lange hast YearnedTo deinen Gott kennen! Nein, Die Niederlage Darf nicht mehr Sündigen!Der Thron wird zum Sitz der Barmherzigkeit, Und die Liebe, die inkarniert ist, hat den Sieger verdient.- Nicht alle unsere Dornen zu Tannenbäumen werden noch gedreht, 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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