In Cap and Gown student journal

piano to her. But sometimes music made her hilarious and on one never-to-be-forgotten occasion she seized a frying-pan and composed an impromtu waltze and two-step tune by beating on her smaller sister's head.

But I suppose you will be more interest in hearing of Miss Lola as she is to-day. She is a born student. You have only to see her, as I have, with her books piled high in front of her and her glasses perched at a becoming angle on her nose to know that a good hour of study is Miss Ida's idea of perfect happiness. A book of History is to her an ideal Christmas present.

"Undoubtedly" (I give her own pronuncciation) on her public career she will win much fame as she has

already shown marked ability in presiding at club meetings, on collecting literary fees, and in giving suggestions for Conver[sations?] Although I am not connected with the University I can aways tell when examinations are approaching. Miss Lola expresses her feelings by a vigorous and indescribable shake of the hand and an original rattle of the fingers. With a funereal expression and in sephulchral tones she reiterates, "I know I'll fail. I haven't the least chance. just think of all the work I have to do." However she is not a good prophet for I always notice that her name heads the list in the examination results. I am afraid, dear Editor, this letter

may not be exactly what you meant when you asked for a "Character Sketch" but as I am not acquainted with the mothods of the contributors to "In Cap and Gown" I could not follow any set rules.

The other day I discovered this little verse which I think is quite applicable to Miss Ida and with it I will close this rather rambling epistle.

"Rosy is the West, is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth.

Ex.-Mural [drawn lines] "In Cap & Gown" intended to give Mr. Barclay a "cub", but a lady begged him off.

[bold] REFLECTIONS [bold]

When the shades of even glimmer, When the stars above you blink, As the light around grows dimmer, Do you ever sit and think?

If you [underlined] should stop to ponder, Setting mem'ry run apace, Oft before you there may wander Many a long forgotten face.

Sadly, some your soul remembers, Gladly some you may recall, Dimly, as on dying embers. For the grate, you gaze on all

Joyous is such meditation - And if sad, 'tis pleasant still - Look beyond in expectation, Time to you each blank will fill

[bold] DU BIST WIE EINE SOPHOMORE [bold] DEDICATED TO THE GIRLS OF '06

Thou seemest like a sophomore, So rosy sweet and bright,a Crammed full of dusty ancient lore Jammed in by day and night.

Thy freshmen days have passed away The days when those wert green And fresh, as e'er was restless fay Beneath the moon, I ween.

The lectures then, thou ne'er didst slide, No stone was left unturned, It cannot, cannot be denied Thy soul for knowledge burned.

Twas then thou didst from Horace sip Bandusian waters clear,

Ah then from Cicero wrote didst dip "Marcello" quaint and queer.

With "maid of Treppi" those didst warm O'er mountains grand and old, Till Philip found for her a home, And warmed that heart once cold.

Cinq Histoires", dost not know it well? [Five stories from the French} Such treat was it that oft the bell Scarce stirred thee from the bench.

What else - ah me! I've most forgot Fair Rosalind and Lear, The jester, Jaques, these I wot Will evermore be dear.

These were the joys that stirred by [?}

Catullus - ah! I know the clown, He's but an "also ran" To Horrace should belong the crown, A [underlined] poet and a [underlined] man.

Some Cicero - ah! I'm glad of that, Orations win the day Old Cis can bring them to the mat And make the robbers pay.

And French - Le tour de la France By Julien and his frise, And Deutsch - those Cyrico make us [dance] The ballads raise our hair.

Psychology and logic, these with mediaeval lore Our learning appetites appease, We cry "no more, no more."

Well here's to you sweet sophomore With hair done up on high, May your sweetness grow from more to more, And sorrows ne'er come nigh.

And here's to you, again [Loay], Fill up the glasses round, May your praises from exam day For evermore resound. [drawn line] [drawn line]

It is noticed that MacAndrew smiles a "bland" smile whenever the "bell" rings.

There was a young student named Benson, whose heart was of such a dimension, It embraced all the girls Which caused such great whirls. That it snapped because of the tension.

[bold] MacANDREW'S DREAM[bold]

A few nights ago Mac awoke in a great fright. He had just "dreamed a dream that was not all a dream". He saw the approach of "Examinations" in the form of a lightning express. Poor Mac was standing on the track, fascinated by the approaching train. Dr. Tamblyn was the engineer, with his hand on the throttle, looking out of the window with a grim smile, meaning "pluck;" within the cab was Professor shovelling coal, "ferocesseme", leaving no stone unturned to make steam. Standing on the top of the traine, wer the Principal and God, signalling one another with lanterns. What does this mean? Only time will tell.

[bold] ALAY [bold] With apologies to Lord Macaulay.

The freshmen of the Western by their caps and gowns they swore That the students of the great first year should be eclipsed no more. By their caps and gowns they swore it and said: "We'll 'give a play." And bade the other years retire, east and west and south and north, Until the mighty day.

For Dr. Tamblyn's lecture room the secret conclave met. They said: We'll give some scenes from Romeo and Juliet. Shame on the lazy freshman who will not do his best.