In Cap and Gown student journal

"freaks" he might introduce in his manner of conducting a "Magazine Sale."

The Auction Sale proper was a funny affair and there were some funny things happened before it. The Sale was advertised for Thursday evening. Thursday afternoon Mr. Millar along with Mr. Horton whom he had evidently enticed to go with him both for protection and the benefit of his good taste, was seen in knox's Bargain Emporium. He was not buying razors or neckties but, what was rather alarming was investing in 15[cents] dazzling gold rings and 10 [cents] bewitching fair-haired dolls But thereby hange a tale.

Mr. Millar entered the arena of auction some time after eight o'clock and demonstrated at once by the fluency of his language and the ease with which he handled his hammer that he was

accustomed to knock things down. "He immediately proceeded to business and informed us that he would take all bids as long as they were rises.

'The Ladies' Home Journal' ! Now whoever wants this is to pay for it - and its a good paper for ladies and gentlemen. 40 [cents]? Mr. Washburn, you raise it. No? Well where's Dr. L? - 57 [cents] bid for this 50[cent] paper! Sold [underlined] to Mr. McGoun and that's 4 [cents] made on that job."

The Illustrated London News was next on the list. Mr. Powell was the only bidder for this expensive paper and with a loud "it's going to be go - she's going - gone [underlined]" it was knocked down to Famous Francis. Harper's Weekly shared the same fate the auctioneer considering $1.35 a good bid if the paper was worth it.

"The Review of Reviews" - is it weekly or

monthly? Oh yes! monthly. Well now ladies the Weekly Review of Reviews - You'll get a better paper if you pay more for it." Mr. Powell paid the "more" and got the Review.

Miss Hodge was a willing bidder for the Argosy after the auctioneer had inform[ed] her that it was a "very crisp" magazine. The Windsor and Cassell's were soon disposed of and then Mr. Millar introduced the special feature of his show.

Instead of taking bids for Scribner's Magazine he held up to our astonished view a yellow-haired, rosy-cheeked doll. From the expert way he handled this article we judged that the auctioneer was accustomed to play with dolls or perhaps he was renewing memories of infantile delights. "Now start ladies 15 [cents] for this doll worth 25 - See this pretty face. Now come on you fellows, some of you'll never get a

prettier. Westgate don't you want it? 17 [cents] for the sweetest gir[l] - Oh no! She's a long way from Literature but if you people don't want her I'll keep her myself", and with an adoring look at his divinity Mr. Millar deposited her on his desk.

After selling the Philistine and also a pipe which came from unknown regions, the auctioneer put up Punch for sale. "Now here's the most lively paper we have. Read it twice myself. "Punch! Punch! Punch! brothers Punch! Cheer up you folk. $1.30. You'll have all the jokes. "Bids were wildly made but finally Punch went to Dr. Tamblyn.

The dazzling gold ring was next produced They were told it was set with beautiful opals and diamonds, was an engagement ring and worth $450. Bids were not very enthusiastic for this article. Everyone was either engaged or didn't want to be.

By this time the hour was late and the remaining magazines were sold rapidly. The auctioneer ended his performance by once more producing his doll since he inferred so he said, that Mr. Carlisle would like a chance for the fairest haired girl in the crowd.

As a mark of favor and esteem Mr. Millar was presented with the Century Magazine and by this he knew that we knew that he knew that he had made the Auction Sale of this year a success. [drawn line]

The Freshettes of this year are a very knowing lot. Even the most peagreen of the class of naughtie eight has learned to stand before the window of No. 6 and exclaim in the most approved fashion "Isn't that dam pretty?"

became a freshman in real earnest, called for a trans of Cicero borrowed a Trigonometry and took the whole first year, immediately becoming the Professor's pride and joy and only consolation. Last year in hopes that more work might curb her ardor for Latin Prose she was put in as Editor of "In Cap and Gown", but even that did no good. She worked harder than ever.

This October she appeared radiant as ever, ready to take the third year and quite likely the fourth too after Christmas. Though she studies so hard and has little time for childish recreations, she is indulgent to those whose follies tend in the direction of tennis and basketball, and even has been seen upon the tennis court playing a strenuous game - with some one else to field the balls. Also she sometimes makes fudge for the frivolous -minded

idlers of No. 6, and it disappears rapidly.

Last year she was often seen up the hall with various black-gowned sophmores and juniors in her vicinity talking over "In Cap and Gown business". These conversations which had a habit of growing lengthy have not been discontinued this year. Possibly they are still over "In Cap and Gown" business. "Who Knows? At any rate it is a well known fact that Jessie smiled serenely when she discovered she was on this year's "In Cap and Gown" committee.

Next year - think of it Sophs and Freshies - Jessie will be a Senior. She will assist in ruling No. 6 with an iron hand, will know all there is to know, and at Convocation will march off in triumph with a well-earned B.A. But we hope she will sometimes appear at the threshold of No. 6 and will tell future generations

Famous Sayings of Great Students [all underlined] Westgate - "I tell you boys when a man's taking summer duty he's got to walk mighty straight but I've escaped so far." Mr. Cameron says he has all his first year off but his mathematics and languages. Mr. Millar - "I believe I'll learn to play tennis - I'm going to read it up with winter." Mr. Marshall (the 'latest' in escorts) - "Going home with a girl is like coasting on Buck's hill. It's not far going but it's a mighty long way back." Often heard on the tennis cour - Aw, shucks [underlined]!

[Image - woman in long skirt moving, flag pole with "ALMA" on the flag, shield with W/U] [bold] The Visit of Alma]

We have pulled even with that sweet enemy Alma so far as the tennis is concerned, but still the basketball defeat remains. The foe has scored other victories as well. How could we hope to requite the homelike gentle welcome and entertainment proffered us last Spring by Dr. and charming Mrs. Warner and the no less engaging teachers and students of Alma? And it is whispered that in a certain obscure game of hearts played either at long distance or at close grips our liabilities exceed our assets. But it is a gambling game, confined to divinities, not to be enlarged on here.

Our games arranged for Saturday, October 22nd, were postponed, as no one will need to be re-

minded owing to an event of the deepest sadness, till October 20th. No better day could have been selected for the visit of our St. Thomas friends. The sun rose in a soft, silvery air and the last expectant morning dreams of students were touched to joy by the rosy light filtering through fluffy curtains. There was a blush of pleasure on many an honest unshaven face as it reflected the genial glow of the sunrise. Everybody, even Millar and Washburn, got down to breakfast on time; Miss Hodge had been awake and in a flutter at three. As the sun went up the ground puffed out the warm breath of Indian summer, it was almost a question whether the lines of the courts would be clear of moisture by ten o'clock.

A delegation of students met the visitors at the station and brought them up to the college with all necessary stir and circumstance. Some professors had not yet quite relinquished