3 - Spring 1904

Echoes from the Pit

Doesn't she make a sweet old lady?"

Oh his eyes, his eyes [underlined]. They flow like an early Christian's.

Doesn't she look sweet?"

"I wonder where Miss Rowat got all her diamonds?"

Watch Mr. Hamilton when he appears. He is a most magnetic man. He fairly electrifies you when he comes into the room. If he is an orator he will be a very powerful man. He's rather soft though."

I wonder what that is they are drink[ing.] You'd think by the way that girl hand[les]

those wine glasses, she was quite used to it.

Why doesn't someone tell that chap in the plug hat to give those flowers to that girl?"

They do that embracing quite naturally don't they?

Echo from the hall - "Ain't [underlined] she sweet?" [drawn line]

It isn't the thing you do or say It's all in the way you do or say it For what would the egg amount to pray If the hen got up on the perch to lay it? [drawn line]

At a Church Social [all underlined] Fresman to (young lady) "Are you going home now?" "Yes." "Well, good-night." [drawn line]

Spring Thoughts

In the spring the young man's fancy Coat and vest come out of pawn. And the devotees of tennis Measure out the college lawn. In the spring the young man's fancy Lightly leans upon his arm As they stroll she coyly murmurs " Skating dear has lost its charm. Let us wander down to Boomer's Where the cooling fountains flow, They have sixteen brand-new flavors And I long to taste them so." But he firmly, gently leads her Past the sweet enticing door And he mutters, "I must hurry Back to college. Au Revoir."

What some of the Students Would Like to see [underline] Reported in the University Column of the Free Press. [/underline] it is half past eight. Thanksgiving was last week - at least it was a week or so ago. Miss Mitchell was absent on Monday afternoon. Miss Hodge was late for French on Monday. The weather has been much milder lately with some rain. Dr. Gamblyn has been reading "Reveries of a Bachelor" this week. Mr. Powell spent last Tuesday evening with a friend and broke a pane of glass in his window on Wednesday morning. Mr. McAndrew spent Thursday in bed. He had a sore throat and was tired. The senior Latin class are now reading Sallust for recreation and Cicero for

with airs enough for a fishing fleet. Indeed to quote the worthy Mrs. Malaprop, " 'tis ridiculous, very ridiculous."

"Oh wad some power the giftee gie us To see oursels as ithers see us It wad frae mony a blunder free us And foolish notion."

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Miss Hodge like Ruropatkin is a past master of retreat when it comes to escaping from chaperons. Did you hear about her walk home from the Asylum? No? Well, ask [underline] Hughes [/underline].

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Miss Dearness asserts with unecessary vehemence that you don't need half an [eye?] to see that Sir Lucius hasn't his arm around her in the photo of the theatrical party.