THUMBNAIL SKETCHES,
IT was after dinner on a pleasant Sunday afternoon that
a crowd of jolly Seniors, filled with the spirit of the
day, gathered in one of the rooms of the old stone man
sion on the hill, a room, the rendezvous of the gang, which
had seen many such gatherings, to talk of the days gone by
and the timings that had. been and peradventure a few of the
might-have-beens.
Their conversation however was not limited to any special
theme, but covered quite a variety of subjects. They talked
of the pranks played in the Engineering Building, of the hap,
peningsin the Main, of . the events of the Botanical Labora
tory, of their troubles in the "Lab." with "Swamp." They
told how, because of their ravenous appetites the refrigera
tors, the pantries and the cellars of the neighborhood had
suffered. How well they have become acquainted with every
nook and corner of the creamery and the barns, how old
"Snowball" could he speak, would prick up his ears as he
meets them and greet them with "Come again, boys, I like
the sport," could only be learned from their conversation.
They talked not only of all this, but light-hearted and
buoyant, told of banquets, llagscraps, sports, student as
tronomers; and of the meditations of the dignified Junior.
They spoke of "Prex," "Lordy," "Sir William," "John
Andy„' "Dutch," and all with whom they had ever had to
do, arguing their merits pro and con. They remembered a
sled ride, a serenade, a lark on a moonlight night, a donation.
THOSE SENIORS.