5 - April 1905

Chris once accomplished a very daring feat. One which required skill and bravery. The Professor, enraged by the constant assaults of certain scoundrels, hastened to the dormitory. While here his escape was made impossible. Who was the culprit? We fear this still remains a mystery though it was found on investigation that Messrs Simpson and Ryan were not in their rooms. But Chris couldn't have been the offendor. During these four years his high sense of honor and duty have won for him not only the love of his fellow-students but also the sisterly affection of the University girls. In love affairs Chris might be called a Romeo. From early youth

his heart and eye wandered after the fair sex. His youthful affections were only fancies and his heart was never seriously pierced by Cupid's darts. But fate directed his course and he followed the sage advice, "Always mark a tree as you go through the forest." And so during one memorable vacation he saw, he wooed, he conquered and since then he often sings "When my college days are over Jessie dear And the sun-kissed flowers bloom neath the sky so clear You will keep those words you said that sometime we should wed When my college days are over Jessie dear."

His future will be one of prosperity. A man with such zeal must win and Christopher will yet be one of the great theologians of the Twentieth Century.

[bold] ROMEO AND JULIET [bold]

There was a great commotion under the old chancel of Stratford Church on Friday evening March 18th 1904. Here for well-nigh three hundred years the bones of the "immortal Shakespeare" had peacefully rested in their narrow cell. Their rest was disturbed, however, and the white, chalky skull dropped his jaw and smiled aloud, hee-haw! The University opera troupe had at last resolved to further immortalize the deceased dramatist by putting on - what University students do not usually do - Romeo and Juliet. Ha, ha! laughed the ashes now I am sure of being forever known.

Quite a different scene was

witnessed at the University. The actresses confined their remarks to their fellow-inmates of No. 6. The actors always anxious about appearances were worrying about dress, voice, gesture etc. Mr. Grant remembered being once told that he was pretty enough for a girl, but instead of being comforted by this thought he seemed somewhat perturbed lest his beauty might be too resplendant for an aged and decrepit nurse. Mr. Hamilton after trying on Marshall's and MacAndrew's vests backwards, was almost in despair lest no vest - or no two vests - might be found to encircle him with a friar's sanctity. Mr. Horton feared that he would not look well with the footlights in full blaze but was consoled by the thought of

a letter which described him as "always charming." Mr. Marshall, straightened out to his full length with indignation, was very strenuous in his objections to taking the little man's part - "And me four feet three tall "he said, "However if it will help Dr. I. I dont' mind this time." What puzzled Mr. Barclay was how he could act Romeo with a Juliet on the balcony to [struck out] with whose lisping accents and angelic voice he was not as familiar with [struck out] as those of another, alas! only too far away. Poor Juliet! She had her troubles. "Wherefore are though Romeo" she sighed in her dreams the night before. And as if in reply the clock struck three and at each ring she saw a different form flit across her vision. All beautiful. All graceful,