“Oh, nothing/’ I answered, carelessly.
He did not question further, and wishing him the best of luck
I left.
Scarcely waiting till his door was closed I ran quickly to mine,
and picked up the daily paper. “I was sure of it,” I said to my
self. “There it is.”
“Miss Nell Van Rennsaelar, society
belle, wedded to Duke Valdimar, etc,”
■“An angel, indeed,” I said to myself.
That rock heaved up on yonder shore,
I’ll chisel out and cut and score,
And mark the hair, and mark the horns,
And put on feet, and all the turns
Required for a cow;
And then, my love, if you go ’way,
I’ll saddle up my bovine gray,
And follow you somehow.
“There has been a prize offered,” said Dodger, as he filled his
pipe for his accustomed after-supper smoke, “for the discovery of
a successful remedy for spring fever. Of' late this ailment has
spread so rapidly among our students that great alarm is be
ginning to be felt. Not only are the poor and the average students
affected, but the good ones as well. Something has to be done,
and that soon, too, or by the end of the year we will all be flunk
outs. Of course it is impossible, at' least impracticable, to change
the fine weather we are having and make it cloudy and rainy, un
less the dormitory philosopher there has something up his sleeve.”
“Grand Society Wedding.
A KOREAN LOVE SONG.
DRY STUFF.
R. Rosenbluth, ’O7.