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head. But she landed upon her feet like a cat and pounced upon
my poor camera. Before I could regain my feet she dodged back
past me and met the others as they came puffing along a few rods
in the rear. Now what did those redskins do but pound my poor
old camera to pieces with rocks and clubs. I was well content at
the moment, however, that they were satisfied with smashing it,
but trudged back to town in a very bad humor. ’ ’
‘ ‘ But look here, ’ ’ said my chum with a most provoking grin.
“ In this picture you are being chased by an Indian girl, but just
now you said that they smashed your camera and you say you’ve
never had one -since. ’ ’
“ I never have and never will,” I replied,
picture from his hiding place. ’ ’
A FRESHMAN’S SOLILOQUY
Grind, grind, grind,
O’er these dry old books, oh d—!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
Oh well for the Sophomore bold
That he prowls o’er the campus at night;
O well for the Junior cold,
Looking pityingly down from his height.
And the stately Senior goes on
To exam's with never a thrill.
But oh, for me there is naught but to grind,
And to grind till my voice shall be still.
Grind, grind, grind,
Geometry, Algebra Dutch.
But if ponies avail, and they seldom fail t
My library fee won’t be much.
A Freshman’s Soliloquy,
jt jt
“ Eaton took that
B. C. Brady, ’oo.
H. H. Mallory, ’99