available literary talent among the student body, but we would be
glad to learn its meaning through actual experience. Never yet
have we been so overwhelmed with contributions that we needed
an extra waste basket in the Lance room to hold rejected and
superfluous manuscripts. This October number of the Lance
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nected with the college, and all receiving it will be considered
regular subscribers unless the November Lance is refused at the
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mouthpiece, so to speak, of the student and alumni body, and the
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“Did you ever notice?” remarked the dormitory philosopher, as
he took his accustomed seat in the cosy corner of room 4 - one
afternoon last week. The rest of the fellows in the room prepared
for the customary spiel, some to be interested, some to be bored.
“Did you ever notice,” he went on, “how easy it is to detect
futui e greatness of our younger generation ? Perhaps you never
gave that subject a serious thought. See those two children play
ing over there by the armory,” he said, rising to his feet and point
ing out the solitary window that the room possessed. “You see
the one is well dressed, son of a prof., perhaps, not yet in his
teens. The other is a shabbily dressed boy, and is somdwhat
younger. The former has an expensive toy rifle, while the latter
possesses only a home-made sling-shot. Notice how the younger
is showing the good points of his sling. At the same time he
tnes to show the inferiority of the rifle. Observe how earnestly
the older boy is listening and swallowing the bluff. He examines
the sling and tests its ability, while the younger boy casts a glance
about to discover if anyone is spying on the proceedings. I tell
DRY STUFF.