•   That Mrs. Wheelock has a piano.
•   That Dick Pratt has the rheumatism in his heel.
•   That the "Y's" have a meeting tomorrow evening at Miss Pratt's.
•   That half the boys can't keep step to good music if played in a little quicker time than their long, slow legs ordinarily move.  Can't do it!  It is easy to say, "I can if I want to," but they can not.
•   That the monthly school exhibition which occurred Wednesday evening was too late for a report this week.
•   That Miss Kate Grindrod, '89, met the Carlisle contingency at Broad Street, Saturday, and all her friends were delighted to see her looking so well.  She is full of business, she says.  People will get sick, and good nurses find plenty to do.
•   That a young Indian who went to his western home this summer expecting to return, has a chance now to take a place for good pay, if he knew enough to fill it.  He does not know enough, and besides, his conduct at Carlisle was only fair.  He lacked interest in his work and studies, and now he is suffering the consequences.  If he only had a paper from Carlisle saying that his conduct was good and that he worked well, he certainly would get the place, but he can't get such a paper from Carlisle, and I see he does not secure the place.  Carlisle will not say the conduct of a boy is good when it is only fair, and Carlisle will not say a boy works well, when he doesn't.
•   That Linas Pierce on his way to Philadelphia went to sleep in the car, and no doubt, dreamed about the line up.  When he awoke he forgot he had put the window down, and wishing to see something quickly outside, pierced the glass with his head.  No wonder his name is Linas Pierce and it speaks well for the clearness of the P.R.R. plate glass.
•   That remarks something like these were made about the University Team, as the Saturday morning papers were opened and the Carlislers were speeding over the rail 40 miles an hour.  "Humph! I think the University players have funny names as well as Indians," "Hare! May be he will not have any hair left when the game is over." "Weeks! Ha! Ha! Seven days! Hope he will be strong when he gets through."  "Minds! One mind is enough for most anybody, but it will take all he has to beat us!" "McCracken! Wonder if he will be crackin' bones." "O, here is Jack's son.  Jack better come himself if he wants to beat." "Hedges! Our boys will throw him over the hedges, and here is Overfield.  We will see how fast he gets over the field." "Boyle! We might roast him, but we do not want to boil anybody." "Outland! That is outlandish!"

   We have the sad and painful duty of recording the death of another loved member of our school.  Joseph Adams, who went to his home in Oregon, a few weeks since on account of ill health died of Consumption on the 12th inst.  The deceased was a character of such frankness, nobility, purity and faithfulness to trust that none knew him but to love him.  Doctor Turner, of the Siltez Agency writes thus of his last hours:  "Joseph suffered but little and talked with a pleasant smile during his sickness.  There was a large funeral, and thus ends a noble life, while so many ignoble still live."  Miss Barr received a very few sad lines from him which must have been written but a few hours before his death, in which he said he was so tired.  Some of the words were so faint that they could not be made out.  Joseph was a graduate of Chemawa, having gone there a year and a half.  When he came to Carlisle in 1893, he entered the Dickinson Preparatory at once, and before he left had reached the Sophomore class in the college proper.  A year ago he went west for his health and remained in Colorado for several months.  The ambition to get through college brought him back to carlisle, and when he arrived he looked remarkably well, but the close study and effort again brought him low.
   Joseph had had considerable experience with the agency doctor, which fitted him for usefulness at once in our own hospital.  He was a nurse that the patients all liked and he enjoyed giving aid and comfort to the suffering.  Dr. Montezuma who was physician for a part of the time writes thus to Miss Barr:
   "I sympathize with you in relation to Joe.  Life is a mystery.  What you have done for Joe can never be estimated.  You have one consolation, you have seen one boy who has been faithful and did his duty to the last moment.  I consider his life a glorious revelation.  He stood equal to Lieutenant Hobson.  He carried his ship while the battle of life was raging on every side.  Though he sank, his wreck on the road to success will be the only means to free our nation.  I cannot conceive of a grander spectacle than a fallen color-bearer with hand grasping the flag and body fallen toward the enemy.  Joe's death is grand, noble and sublime.  Our reward is not on earth.  It is beyond the grave where no disease can hinder or mar our advancement.  Joseph's character was truly exceptional and worthy of imitating.

  Half a dozen of our girls are successful trained nurses.
  Fifteen of our boys are to do all the waiting at an ocean shore hotel this summer, one of the number being the headwaiter."
  "Have the boys any inventive faculty?"
  "Hardly any," said Major Pratt, "but that isn't to be wondered at.  Necessity is the mother of invention, and the Indian until recently has always been taught that he didn't need civilization to be happy.
  Five of our boys have recently enlisted in the regular army, two having gone to Porto Rico, two to Cuba and one to Manila.
  Depend upon it," said Major Pratt, "the Indian is all right if you give him a fair show."