HOW THE PROFESSOR WAS EXHIBITED.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 30, 26 July 1890, Page 9

HOW THE PROFESSOR WAS EXHIBITED.

A GOOD story is told of Professor Jowett at Oxford. A boredom to which that famous town is subjected is the constant crowds of tourists, principally Americans, which infest the place day and night, ami every day and every night of the year. For these objectionable individuals numerous guides nave, of course, been appointed ; but as there is a smart competition among these cicerones for public favour, one imaginative man hit upon the following plan by which he could at least always be sure of showing to the crowd of gaping Yankees that followed him one of the live lions ot the place. It so happened that Jowett was very busily engaged on his famous translation of Plato at the time, and unfortunately for him, the guide we are speaking of hail learnt that the learned professor's study windows looked into the Broad-street. Coming with his menagerie under these windows the guide would begin. ‘ This, ladies and gentlemen, is Balliol College, one of the very boldest in the huniversity, and famous for the herudition of its scholars. The ’ead of Balliol College is called “ the Master ;” the present master of Balliol is the celebrated Professor Benjamin Jowett, Regius Professor of Greek. Those are Professor Benjamin Jowett’s study windows, and there’- here the ruffian would stoop down, take up a handful of gravel, and throw it up against the panes, bringing poor Jowett, livid with fury to the window—‘ ladies and gentlemen, is Professor Benjamin Jowett himself.’

Mr Collet Dobson, who is playing leading parts in the Shakespearian representations of the Miln Dramatic Troupe, is an instance of the way in which the ability of young NewZealand pushes to the fore in Australia. It is not more than four years since Mr Dobson, quitting the character of an amateur actor, stat ted out from Christchurch as a professional, and has already made a sufficient name to return to us in the capacity in which we at present see him engaged. Both he and Mis Dobson ate of ('hi istehurch up bringing, and when they were there received strong testimony or the interest and affection of their old friends.

‘There,’ triumphantly exclaimed an enterprising backwoods editor, as a bullet came through the window and shattered the inkstand, ‘ I knew that the new “ Personal Column ’’would be a success.’

Is Marriage a Failure? —Thequestion lias been thrashed to death, and we finite agree with the culprit who, on being asked what he had to say why sentence of death should not be recorded against him, repliec : ‘ I have nothing to say. There’s been too much jaw already.’