PERADVENTURE, A LANCELET.
"Alack-a-day, another month gone and nothing done
yet," exclaimed the Critic, as he gazed ruefully at a great
pile of exchanges. "And now another issue is due. And I,
Don Quixote like, am supposed to unsheathe my lance,
charge the foe, slay the weak with a pointed expression,
make peace with the strong by flattering remarks, and-and
capture-a-a-the—. The what? 0 yes, the spoils of j ,war.
That is what my readers want."
"But first to the battle. The Editor said, 'Critic, go
criticise the criticisms of other college papers.' Great
Caesars Ghost! Who does he think I am? Why the 'Mail
Bag Mau' of the Amherst Lit. said that he could find 'but
one searching criticism that rang out clear and firm, -- -
from among his fifty odd exchanges'. And what will he
think of mine? Well I don't know. but it must be done, and
so - But wait! Let me see. The Editor said, 'Go criticise
the —' Ali! An idea strikes me. He did'nt say how criticise,
and upon my soul I'll fool him."
"Hey! Mr. 'Mail Bag Man.! Come here to me. And
what have you got to say?"
"Here it is,—'He has not been without a lurking idea
that possibly someone whose college spirit extended even to
the support of his college magazine, might read them, and
then go and do likewise for the honor of Amherst in the
world of college publication'. "
"Read what! Why, the exchange verse of course. And
that is the key-note of Peradventure. There are two reasons
why the Lance inserts exchange verse. First, to please the
readers. And Second, to show them what good college