“Oh, ye plains of broad Sahara, Rich in witchcraft’s cunning art, Pray tell me how to win a kiss From her who holds my heart.” Then the plains of broad Sahara Sent an answer to me, and This the whole of what they told 11 ‘ 1 Come and get a little sand. ” As Providence willed By her bicycle killed, ’Twas thus that her epitaph ran: “ In bloomers and cap, Though sad the mishap, She went to her death like a man.’ Why does the mail who deals in fur Make it his only aim, To swindle honest men forsooth By running a skin game.— Ex. She sat on the steps at evening tide Enjoying the balmy air; He came and asked, “ May I sit by your side?” And she gave him a vacant stair.— E. At his watch he looks intently, 'While a smile lights up his face, And I know as well as can be There’s a woman in the case,— Ex, Senior’s work will soon be done, Glad and sorry every one, Glad, because they’ve had their fun, Sad, because they’re out of " muii,” INTER-CEASS CONTEST. The fifth annual inter-class contest took place on the afternoon of June io, in the presence of ence, and resulted in a victory for ’96. Three records were broken. Harder, ’95, lo' on the r 20-yard hurdle from 18 3-5 seconds t< The Free Lance, The Needfue Thing, An Outrage.
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