We would understand from an editorial in
the Dickinsonian that the attendance at the
gymnasium there has been made compulsory,
and that it is giving some trouble. We fail
to see what should induce any one to object to
physical training. It certainly must be some
cranks who do not appreciate the exercise
which is so essential to the life of the stu
dent.
" The Senior wears his trousers wide,
The Junior does the same ;
The Sophomore wears a cutaway
And always sports a cane ;
The Freshman is a puzzle,
His clothes are always plain,
He wears high-water breeches,
And his life is full of pain.
One of the new arrivals on our exchange
list, is the Lutherville Seminarian. The dis
tinctive feature of the exchange column is the
discussion of questions proposed, instead of
the usual comments. While we favor the
plan to some extent, yet we think the ex
change column should not be given wholly to
it, for it is by kindly comment and criticism
that college journalism has been made what
it is at present. The Seminarian is a bright,
lively little paper which we have perused with
pleasure.
'Twos in a game of poker once,
When two men at the table
Kept putting in their big blue chips
As long as they were able.
"s Alas 1" cried he who lost the pot,
In a manner very ranty
" I'll have to go see' uncle,' now
Since you have seen my ' auntie.' "
The February number of the Muldenburg
contains a splended article on, " The Teach
ers Mission." We cannot give a review of
it here as our space is limited. Read the
whole article when you are in the reading
room.
THE FREE LANCE.
Our own opinion of " A Yankee in King
Arthur's Court," is very clearly expressed in
a recent number of the Sibyl. Mr. Clemens,
the author of the work, has given his per
sonal opinions and ideas very freely, and in
the English nobility and royalty he has
found a very fitting subject for his keen
satire. He presents his views on all sub
jects from the divine right of kings to that
odd free trade or protection. The hero of
the tale is a Connecticut Yankee, the super
intendent of Colt's great arms factory in New
England. In a battle with one of his men
he is knocked backward into the sixth
century ; where being a man of inventive
genius and full of resources he is soon
recognized as a superior being, and is made
the king's minister with the title of " Sir
Boss." Throughout the manifold adventures
and experiences of the tale, the author is
never funny at the expense of the weak, the
unfortunate, or the helpless ; but right and
wrong arc set up in bold contrast, and the
wrong subjected or submitted to a constant
fire of sarcasm. Being employed in the ser
vice of humanity, the delicious satire, keen
wit, and sly humor of the great writer appear
at their best. (Chas. L. Webster & Co., New
York, publishers.)
I'm sitting to-night by the fire-light,
In the glad old college hall ;
The fragrant jet from the cigarette
Doth dreamily rise and fall.
The dear old house 'mid the leafy dome,
And the hamlet clown below,
Came floating back on the bounding track
Of mem'ry's ebb and flow.
The happy gleams of faded scenes,
The school-room carved and dun,
Tho little girl with the golden curl,
Soft eye and rippling fun.
Alt, 'pure old scene, from memory's sheen,
You shame this dizzy strife.
To•night I'm sad, on the morrow glad ;
I-la, ! 'tis college life !
—Boiintoin Orient