Why He Crossed The Rubicon

This is a story told on a oertain Aun Arbor orator, editor and oongressional aspirant, sometiraes oalled the ootopus from bis habit of reaoniog oat in so ïnany different lines at one and tb sanie time. We shall not inention bis name as he may be a little sensitive abont it. The story goes tbat he was rnaking a very eloquent speeob at a Snnday school gathering not a thousand miles from here when he touched npon the oareer of Jalius Caesar. "At last," he said, in an oratorioal fligbt "Jnlins Caesar, led witb the spirit that leads men on to glory and to everlasting fame, looked toward the wonderfnl capital of bis conntry sitting on her seven hills and from her throue of beanty ruling tbe world. Then he gave the order to marcb, and the hosts swept shnutiug forward antil their coarse was stopped by tbe rolling floods of a migbty stream rusbing resistlessly to the sea. Here Caesar halted, but for an instant only. In that instant the glorious visions of more glorieus Rome filled his ambitions being and Caesar orossed the Rubioon. Crossed the Rubioon," he repeated to intensify his period, and then asked with all the orator's fervor: "and why did Caesar cross tbe Rubioon?" "I know, " piped up a small boy before the speaker could get out his next sentenoe. "He orossed it 'oause he wanted to git on the other side. "