A Cruel, Cruel Joke

A few (Uiys ago there appeared in the U. of M. Daily an item to the effect that the rumor th at had Rotten upfroinits downy couoh early that morninjï and had circulaied itself amongthestudents, telling them of the serious illness of President Angelí, was nothing more or less than an able-bodied fake. Thereby hangs a tale that contains several steanied window-pane, one ot tne assistant editora whose namesake has been out of the White House only two short years, and the assiatant business manager, who had "levied" on to a sufficient amotmt of gall for the purpose, rushed to the rooms of the business manager and announced that President Angelí was dead and that a special, eight o'clock edition of the Daily must be issued. Tlie business manager swore gently at tlungs in general, turnea over twice, reached for his trousers and got up. He was told to go at once for the managing editor and the athletic editor, wbile they routed out the third assistant managing editor. When he had done this then he should go to the dean oí the medical department, who knew all about the matter, the business manager soon had his two victima out and, armed witli copy-paper and lead pencils, they attacked the front door of Dean Vaughan's residence, arousing the sleeping deán and his wliole faniily. He told them tliat he knew nothing about the case and guessed that some other physician had been called. Tlien they skipped for the presidential residence, only to find it dark as death and with no crepé on the door. Tlien the whole joke began to dawn upon them aiul the way that the air 1 frotn the corner of State street and S. ! "University avenue began to curdle, grow warm and began to thaw the snovv was a physico-astronomico-profamco mystery. In the meantime, the perpetrators oí the joke were at home sleepiug the sound and calm sleep of him who thinks he has the earth fenced in and ha3 the deed in his hip pcket. The family serenity that has heretofore pervaded the Daily office is on a strike.