Mit be rejected because the outside world condemns it as
dealing purely with college life, nor because the student
World condemns it as not dealing with college life."
"Well, as far as I can see," ejaculated Paperlance, "I
guess the Editor of the LANCE would be glad if he had
something to reject."
"That is . just what I say," chimed in a chorus of voices.
"Hello there, Critic! Come, wake up! Wake up!! I say.
Wake up 111"
The Critic awoke to find the Editor shaking him' much
.as a bulldog does a rat-terrier who has dared to intrude:
"Say!" exclaimed the Editor, "Have you those ex
changes ready?"
"Ah—y-yes, er-er n-no, no, but I'll have them ready in a
little while," replied the Critic, at last coming to his senses.
And he straightway picked up the discarded paper and be
g an to read with a will.
Picking up an old Amherst Lit., the Critic found the fol
lowing bit of verse,—a very pleasing triplet.
Snowflakes, snowflakes, bits of whiteness
Drifting through the wintry air;
Floating flakes of airy lightness
Are the snowflakes, bits of whiteness.
Dreary days are filled with brightness,
As fall softly everywhere,
Snowflakes, snowflakes, bits of whiteness
Drifting through the wintry air.
Peradventure, A Lanclet.
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