In Years to Come

LILLIAN BUTZ

Lillie went to universities enuff To get a long string of Degrees behind her name. She even got a degree from Yale, short and sweet— It's M. R. S.

ANNA BEEBE

Anne liked to help her brother In his hospital So much that she decided to become A surgeon. I believe she's in the Waldorf Amputating eyes of white Potatoes.

VIRGINIA HARRINGTON

Harry was our first To sport a diamond ring, and yet Fate plays odd pranks. She's living in New York with A cat and parrot, which she tries To out-talk. But she can't. Poor Harry!

MARG REYNOLDS

Marg got a taste of real true Music in the Glee Club. She knew she could Sing; and so last week I heard Her voice blending with the Strains of a hurdy-gurdy which Her husband played in the streets Of Buffalo.

HELEN BISHOP

Helen always used to Call us down for being frivolous. She started out to reform The stage; but then you Know the lure of the foot-lights. Now she's a leading lady In the Passing Show.

DOT NEWTON

Dot always seemed so young And carefree; but you never Can tell. She's using her ED. Course Teaching fancy dancing To the Eskimos.

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HELEN MILLIKIN

"Mike" scoffed at love; Said, "There ain't no such Animal." To help the rest of her Fair sex to break the bands Of that superstition, she's Running the "Advice to the Love Lorn" column in a woman's Magazine.

NELLIE CAMPBELL

Nellie always wanted To be bright and sharp, And be with other people like Herself. She's all right— Sells knives in a Cutlery store.

KATHRYN ROBBINS

Bobby was so good at planning en-Tertainments on the spur Of the minute That she has a job amusing a huge Crowd—she has charge of The merry-go-round at Coney Island.

BERNICE HASTINGS

Bernice would be domestic— Know just how To sew and cook. Now she's the chief Instructor teaching natives How to fry fish in Afghanistan.

LIB HOWELL

Oh boy! Lib sure Could decorate with anything From string to holly; So today I saw her busily Decorating the window in Kresge's Five-and-Ten.

HELEN BANCROFT

She always smiled a lot, our Helen Did. She's found A use for her bright Smile. Her face is used on The ad for a new and Popular tooth-paste.

ALICE ROOP

Allie, our suffragist, wanted To have a man's job. Thought she was Literary too, poor nut! So she's reached her Aspirations now, I hope, because She's printer's devil over At Kells.

DORA McEL WAIN

Dora would be deep; no Surface stuff for her; and So we weren't surprised To learn that she's in Deep, diving for sponges in the Caribbean Sea.

MARION GRAFFIN

Since her Saturday night Performance at reading verse, Marion has become An elocutionist giving Readings of vers libre to Society women ,and illustrating them With free-hand drawings Of her own.

LOUISE NELSON

When last I saw Louise, she had changed her fluffy Ways and had Her hair screwed back

Into a knot. She stood upon an upturned Bee Soap box, speaking On the Referendum And Recall.

PAULINE FREDERICK

"What's in a name?" You Say and yet what Did our Pauline Do but go On the screen to be a Movie Star just like Her great namesake, Pauline Frederick.

10!

WHO?

Needs five inches more to make her feet touch the floor.

Believes Ed. will even save men's souls. "Tee hee." That is Rich.

WHO?

Fumbles with his watch chain. Rubs his face all over as though he liked it.

Can't stop his trouser legs from clinging.

WHO?

Can talk as fast as a T. N. T. explosion. Never gets tired of laughing.

A phenomenon: a chemist with a heart.

WHO? Must play with something.

"Your opinions are worth as much as mine." Subtly humorous and delightful.

WHO?

Dislocates his lower jaw every time he grins. Handles his legs as though he hadn't got used

to their length yet. Lives a perpetual joke.

WHO?

"Er — So that's the situation."

"Miss , are you here? . . I can't hear you."

Enjoys his own jokes tremendously.

WHO?

Blushes prodigiously every time he catches a girl's eye.

Kissable lips . . um um . . Home, James. Can write good poetry—and admits it.

Thus Sayeth the Scriptures

Concerning the dining room door:

"Too late; ye cannot enter now."

Concerning allowances:

"For riches certainly take unto themselves wings."

Concerning the infirmary:

"There the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest."

Concerning gym:

"The race is not to the swift."

Concerning zoology:

"And the grasshopper shall be a burden."

Concerning after-effects of the "f lu :"

"But the very hairs of your head are all numbered."

Concerning short skirts:

"For the fashion of this world passeth away."

Concerning Junior class:

"Much study is a weariness of the flesh."

Rout In ANY GIRL'S ROOM: and you'll find-

Hair nets Red Triangle letters

Cake box Mouse trap

"Principles and Specimens" Apologies for appearance of room

What Delaware College Man Was This ?

She (at the Y. W. Bazaar)—"Don't these cakes smell good?"

He—"Yes. Let's go closer. You can smell them better there.'"

At Table

Cranky Fresh—"These biscuits taste like saw-dust."

Wise Soph—"Well, that's fine board, isn't it?"

Just What is Heaven ?

"Snappies" and a Brewster bar. A land where no math enters in. A ball room where the angels play jazz all the

time. A never empty purse. A string of A's. A place of just him and me.

Love In A Garden

"Why is love like a potato?" "Because it starts in the eyes."

"Ah no," they say Lord Byron said, "When pairing starts, it dies."

Love is like an onion, You taste it with delight;

But after a while you wonder Whatever made you bite.

On the Debut of Grades

ACK I

Scene: Among the Dean and the office-desk.

The Dean—"Good morning, Miss er—. Isn't this a splendid day?"

The Fresh—"Why-ee, I-I don't know; that is, I forget, but (eagerly) I'll find out and let you know by tomorrow."

The Dean (looking for a certain slip)—"Oh here it is. A very good record, Miss er—."

The Fresh (eyes blurred by one look at said slip)—"Oh, my. I got two D's and a C—. Oh-h."

The Dean—"Well, that just means a little more perseverance, a bit more intensity of study, er—"

The Fresh—"Oh, dear, I'm ruined for life! In high school I always got A's ! This is Too Much!"

The Dean—"Never mind, dear. Try again and don't worry."

ACK II

Scene: In Fresh's room.

Fresh to Roomie—"What'd he give you in English?"

2nd Fresh—"The poor fish gave me a D. It ain't fair, now, is it? I do as good work as you."

1st Fresh—"Well, they told you to laugh at his jokes."

ACK III

Scene: One year later. Freshie 1 now a Soph.

Soph to young Freshie—"Pass English 1 ?"

Fresh—"No, worse luck—a D."

Soph — "Humph, Girl, English 1 's a cinch NOW. You just ought to have had it when WE did."

(Curtain)

Ode to Women's College

W O M E N ' S COLLEGE OF DELAWARE

NEWARK, DELAWARE

JFebruary 1, 1919

Miss I. M. Stingee

To Women's College, Dr.

Board $125.00 Guests 5.00 Breakage 10.00

$140.00

Received payment

E. L., Sec. to Dean.

REMARKS : Pay up immediately

Fewer guests, please

College Menu—Nuff Sed MIDWINTER BANQUET

Christmas Cocktail Education Consomme

Roasted midyears stuffed with questions Empty Beans Small Potatoes

Bluff Salad Hope Crackers Icy Rooms

Nuts Blanched Faces Black Despair

SPRING LUNCHEON

Dandelion Soup Spring Loaf Picnic Rolls

Commencement Cream Summer Plan Puffs

F A L L THE DANSANT

Reminiscent Sandwiches Green Freshmen

Waltz Wafers Fox Trox Fingers Chestnuts Taffy

Soft Punch

Famous Savings of Famous People

'Girls, I'll have to ask you to make less noise." 'She died with her toes turned up." 'Miss Long, hasn't the mail come in yet?"

"You make me sick." "Dutton says " "Confound. I've got abnoids." "I'm starved. Got anything to eat?" "You're crazy in your head." "I never heard anything so rotten in my life." "Poor fish!" "That's me all over, Mabel!" "Try to get me a big cup of coffee. I'm faculty."

Women's College Finance

1st Junior—"I want to pay you the money I owe you. You owe me six cents for the pictures you got from me. I owe you fifteen cents for a bottle of peroxide you bought for me. I gave you a dime to mail a post card, and I want the eight cents change. I owe you seven cents for that cake of Ivory Soap."

2nd Junior—"You owe me fifteen cents for 'Good Housekeeping'."

1 st Junior—"No. I paid you my last two-bits in the post office. That's why you had to buy the soap. Now you owe me fourteen cents and I owe you twenty cents; so I'll pay you eight cents and call it square."

2nd Junior—"I'll take your word for it. It's beyond me."

W. C. D. Records

The Call of the Cosy Little Home" Sung by HELEN FISHER

Come, ye Disconsolate" Sung by MARION GRAFFIN

Always Chasing Rainbows99 Sung by LIB HOWELL

I Never Knew What Love Could Do99

Sung b y A N N A V A N SANT

Smiles99

The Midshipmite9 9

Silent Night99

Home, Sweet Home99

Sung b y HELEN BANCROFT

Sung by DOT NEWTON

Sung b y LILLIAN BUTZ

Sung b y BERNICE HASTINGS

Oh, how I Hate to Get Up in the Morning99

Sung b y ALICE ROOP

How dear to my heart are the bottles of college,— The tall slender bottle is one I adore, The pickles, the olives, the dreams that come in it, I spear them with hat pins and wish I had more. The bottle of lotion to give me complexion, The witch hazel bottle when my throat is sore, But the bottle I hate and, fain would abolish Is the horrid ink bottle that upsets on the floor.

Mary had a little dog; He was a noble pup:

He would stand upon his front legs— If you'd hold his hind legs up.

Young Man's Waterloo

(Begging the pardon of Byron) There was a sound of revelry by night, And lo! the Women's College had gathered then Her Seniors and her Freshmen; dim The lights shone on our girls and college men; Five dozen hearts beat happily; and when The Mandolin Club played its gayest waltz, Bright eyes flirted with eyes that flirted back again, And all went happy as a Sophomore feed; But Hush! Hark! a deep sound rings like a rising bell.

Did ye not hear it? No! 9twas but the honk Of a Ford wading thru the tar of Depot Road, On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep tonight when the speaker failed to come, And we may dance all evening:— But hark!—that haunting sound breaks in once more, As if a door bell were insane, And nearer, clearer, deadlier, another sound. Go! it is—it is—Harrington locking the back door!

Sammy9s girl is tall and slender Mine is short and slow;

Sammy9s girl wears silks and satins, Mine wears calico;

Sammy9s girl is swift and speedy, Mine is pure and good;

Would I change my girl for Sammy9 sf You know darn well I would!

Hep, hep, left, right. Here comes Rookie Jim; Every private in the line Is out of step but him.

Pell, mell, headlong See the Freshies go— Rest of us are supers They are the WHOLE SHOW.

(or think they are)

If I Were a Professor, I'd

Get a bald head—it encourages speculation Get a wife—one anyway, before it's too late Never wear brown shoes—especially low ones Never wear a swallow-tail down Depot Road on a

windy day

In French exam: "I feel like St. Paul—I count myself not to have apprehended."

Satisfied Sussex Haller—"Now this is our so-cial room. How does it strike you?"

Cynical Warner Haller—"The only thing I see is the step ladder; so you might call it uplifting."

"What is ox-eyed Juno?" "Guess it must be a new chemical compound."

Laying of Corner Stone of Sussex Hall

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When Birds do Sing

"Mail in?" asked Hilda as she passed Agnes on the board walk.

"Yes, and you got a letter." Agnes was busy reading a letter addressed in a strangely familiar hand. As she ran upstairs with it, she passed Eliza-beth perched on the top step, with an opened letter on her knees. In the seclusion of her room, Hilda opened the letter.

"Dearest Hilda," (she read).

"Prepare for a big surprise. Yesterday the most wonderful man in the world proposed to me and I said 'ye s- You see, he'll be 'over there' before long, and all the rest. I can't write now—I'm too excited. I'll tell you more when I come back.

"Please destroy this letter right away and don't tell anybody at all. It's a secret.

"Love, "Ruth.

"P. S.—Of course you will know whoAeis ." Hilda dropped the letter on a chair.

"Of all things!" she murmured. "To think Ruth would be the next girl engaged. When I said

goodbye to her just before Easter, I never thought this exciting thing would happen during vacation. I wonder who the man is? I expect it is Peter—she raved about him so much. But how did he get up here from the South? Oh dear!"

Hilda picked up the letter and dreamily tore it across. Deciding that she would go to the "pat-riotic room" and see if Ruth had yet returned, she went down the hall with ostentatious calm. She entered abruptly, before the knock had been an-swered, and found Elizabeth stuffing something into the waste-paper.

"What are you doing?" Hilda asked.

Elizabeth blushed guiltily and stammered, "Nothing."

"Is Ruth back?" continued Hilda with ap-parent unconcern, altho her face was beaming with suppressed news.

"No, and I think it is the weirdest thing. I wish she would come back; I want to ask her something."

" Who was your letter from?" questioned

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Hilda, trying to keep off the forbidden but tempting subject.

"Ruth," replied Elizabeth, and looked up, startled at Hilda's gasp of surprise.

"Why I got one too. Er—. Come."

The door opened and Agnes stood in the door-way, looking from one to the other in a curious way.

"Is Ruth here?"

"No, but I know why, I think." Elizabeth assumed an air of profound knowledge.

"Why, so do I," cried Hilda.

"Did she tell you!" they exclaimed in chorus. And then all began to discuss the thrilling contents of the mysterious letters.

"I don't believe it," said Elizabeth, winking to keep the tears back. "Ruth has too much sense to get engaged. Besides, she doesn't like any man. She told me so."

"That's all you know about it," retorted Hilda. "I think it is wonderful. Only I do hope she finishes college before she marries him."

"Well the poor fish!" said the highly disgusted Agnes. "I never would have thought it of her. Still you never can tell."

"Who could Aebe?" Elizabeth was pink with excitement.

"I think is is Peter," offered Hilda. "I think he is the nicest soldier she knows."

"Oh, I don't," said Elizabeth. "I think it must be that blond lieutenant she met last fall. I think he is sweet."

"Well, why did she want to get engaged to any man?" persisted Agnes. "Tho if she has been such a simp, I think it would be better to marry him before he goes, and then if anything happens ."

"Don't talk about it. Poor Ruth!" chorused the other two.

"Who's taking my name in vain?" demanded a merry voice, and in walked Ruth, her brown eyes twinkling.

"If you're having a meeting, I'll go out," she continued, backing toward the door.

"Oh no, please stay and tell us all about it," pleaded Hilda.

"Seeing it is my own room, and I just got back from Philadelphia, I shall," and Ruth retired into her clcset to hang up her coat.

"Tell us, Ruth, who he is," ordered Elizabeth. "If you don't tell us, I'll choke you."

"When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding, sweet lovers love the spring."

Ruth caroled away unheeding both the ques-tion and the fact that she was off the tune.

"Stop singing slushy poetry and tell us where and when and how it happened." Elizabeth stamp-ed her foot impatiently.

"And who he is," Hilda chimed in.

"Why on earth did you do it," asked Agnes in the tones of one who has endured more than her share of others' follies.

"If you ladies will kindly explain what you are all raving about," said Ruth politely, as she emerged from the closet, "I'll show you my new hat. You never even noticed it."

"Darn the hat," exclaimed Elizabeth. "Tell us all about it."

"Such language from a little girl," said Ruth in reproving tones as she peered impishly up at her tall roommate.

"Will you tell us what you meant by that letter, or shall I make you," and Elizabeth advanced threateningly.

"Oh, the letter! Why didn't you say so long ago? I'll tell you the mystery."

"Yes do," and the others settled down comfort-ably to hear the full account of Ruth's romance.

"Well, in the first place," began Ruth, as she edged nearer the door and cautiously opened it be-hind her. "In the first place, it just goes to prove that women are unobservant. If you all had looked at the date, you would have seen that it was April first!"

Sometimes I sit in chapel, Backs of heads in front of me—

The strangest sights man ever saw Are the coiffures that I see.

Some are like the Coliseum; Some resemble the great Sphinx,

Spread like the "Flying Dutchman" With full set sails, methinks.

But all have one resemblance— It seems a cause for tears,—

No matter ivhat her age or rank There's not a girl has ears.

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Peggy Piffle's Page

Dear Peggy,

I'm a poor girl and have to be careful how I spend my money. Shall I buy toothpaste or choc-olates with my last quarter?

Ans: Get the chocolates, of course. You can borrow your roommate's toothpaste.

Dear Peggy,

I'm a very popular Freshman. I was in love with a soldier who is in France, but since I came to college I've met the sweetest man. Is it right for me to accept his attentions?

Ans: You're too young to be thinking about men. You had better study your English.

Dear Peggy,

I loathe brown suits on tall men. What shall I do in some of my classes?

Ans: Wear smoked glasses, for you never could get rid of the suits unless you shoot the prof

Dear Peggy,

What shall I do to get bids to the dances? Ans: Advertise in the Reporter.

Dear Peggy,

I want to be a farmerette. How shall I prepare for it?

Ans: Begin by raising narcissus bulbs.

Dear Peggy,

I don't like the way Student Government is run. What shall I do about it?

Ans: Sign up in the Freshman class.

Dear Peggy,

How do you eat green peas ? Ans: Refuse them politely. They will be

served next day in pea puree.

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Heard Above Hymn in Chapel

"Say, kid, I'm so sleepy; and I didn't get down to breakfast in time. Darn those doors! And that man in H9 will call on me a million times if he discovers that I haven't opened the book. My dear, I'm simply worked to death. I know I have the hardest course in college.

Incidentally the hymn is heard—"His truth is marching on."

"Wasn't that last Rep orter awful? I wish they'd get out a decent issue once anyhow. Say, I wonder if they know how Rotten it honestly is. Some day I'll tell them. But they're too far gone now, I guess . . . By the way, have you done your stuff for Psychology yet? That woman simply drowns me in work. And she only gives me a B. If I'd learn the old book inside out, she'd only give me a B. Some people make me sick . . .

Hymn—"In the beauty of the lilies."

"I'm going to Wilmington Saturday to get a new suit. It's time I was getting something; I look like father's fourteenth child now. . . . "

"is marching on."

The Flowers that Bloom in the Spring

Colorited hats Dandelion Greens Muddy shoes Interest in astronomy Gym cuts Surveyors on Depot Road Love lyrics June bugs Engagements

"Angels and Ministers of Grace Defend Us " from

Fish twice a week The Dean when she starts up on "the taint of the

slums" Marion Graffin when she gets mad Harry's propensity to use too graphic words The fair Emilie's fondness for what "I think" Nellie's "That isn't according to psychology" Freshman Hudson's eternal yelling for Miss Drake

in Chem. 1

Foolish Fresh—"Which would you prefer to be: burnt alive or beheaded?"

Serious Soph—"Which would you?" F. F.—"The first, because a hot steak is better

than a cold chop."

The Man and The Book

Oh, see the man. He is hold-ing a book. He has on-ly one book be-cause he has sold the rest

M »> IM 5Y! 1 AM .

of the books to the stu-dents. He had many, many books, all just like this one. But each year he makes

his stu-dents pur-chase his book. (Purchase, dear children, means to give your cash to the book-store.)

Why does the man make his stu-dents pur-chase books? He does it be-cause he is a great pro-fes-sor, and he knows more about Eng-lish Com-po-si-tion than any-body who has writ-ten books. Eng-lish Com-po-si-tion is some-thing that will make you wor-ry when you go to col-lege.

Do the stu-dents love the book? No, they do not love the book, but they keep it as long as they live. They keep it be-cause the man will not al-low them to sell this book to the new class-es. Why does he make the new class-es buy new books? Hush! there are some things that chil-dren should not know.

When you want to spend your pen-nies for can-dy, re-mem-ber that when you go to col-lege you will need them to buy the book that the man has written. Nev-er waste your pen-nies.

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Here and There

Mary—"Say, the lights are on this noon." Dot—"Yes, this is a light luncheon/'

Prof—"Those German plays have many tav-ern scenes because that is the center of their ex-istence."

Smarty—"Yes, that's the inn-side of their life."

Senior (to innocent Fresh after a glass of W. C. D. punch)—"Doesn't your head ring?"

"No."

"It doesn't? That's because it has a crack • »» in it.

Good Comparisons

Stale as the hot rolls dug out of Pompeii. Scandal, like dirt, will rub out when dry. Expressionless as a cheese.

Fresh in a Fit of Ecstacy after Lights Are Out and a Junior is Proctor

"I ask no ecstacies, I only want to see

Our class like that of '20, For they sure suit me."

Heard in History 1

Dr. Wilkinson—"Miss Finck, what is a fief?" "Fincky (uncertainly)—"Why-y that's some-

thing about a man isn't i t?"

College broadens one. Yes, so it does. Gaze at E. Wooleyhan and nobody will disprove the fact.

"Won't you be sorry when college days are over?

"Yes, for I'll have to work then."

Soph—"I can't drink grape juice. Somehow it goes to my head."

Junior—"Know why? Because there's more room there."

High Art

Inquisitive Friend—"Whatcha doin'?" Aspiring Artist—"Drawing a picture of my

professor." I. F.—"Doesn't look like him." A. A.—"I know. I think I'll put a tail on it

and call it a dog."

Prof—44Why was that period in history called the Dark Ages?"

'20—14Because there were so many knights then."

"Now why," remarked the little dog, in speak-ing to the tree, 4'would you say that the heart of you is like the tail of me?"

The tree gave the conundrum up. The pup, with wisdom dark, explained the mat-

ter, saying "It is farthest from the bark."

Some people are born great; others grate upon us.

1st Fresh—44You look sad." 2nd Fresh—"Yes, I'm troubled with appendi-

citis." 1st Fresh—"Good heavens, girl!" 2nd Fresh—Yes, I misspelled it in a theme and

Prof. Dutton gave me a 4D'."

Senior—"Say, kid, lend me a quarter?" Trusting Fresh—4'Sure." Senior—"Thanks, dear. I feel as if I never can

repay you."

Student—"Wasn't his joke a daisy?" Literal One—"Punk. He's told it twice be-

fore." Student—"Well, isn't a daisy a hardy peren-

nial?"

The Gossip—"Did you know that when Marg went to the oculist to get glasses,—he found "

The Goat—44Yes, yes, go on." The Gossip—"That she had a young man in

her eye."

'20 (sporting a giddy cerise tie)—"I like this tie. Think it's remarkable."

'19—"Yes, I've heard lots of remarks about it."

Little Brother to Sister (Senior at W. C. D.) — 4'Sis, what is college bred?"

Long Suffering Father—44A four years' loaf."

Editor—"Has anyone in our class died?" Adv. Mgr.—44You sound disappointed 'cause

there isn't." Editor—"Well, I thought we could have a

memorandum page."

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1 T H E D I A M O N D C L U B

MOTTO :

Take what you can get when you can get it.

OFFICERS :

Hopeless Harry, President Grave-eyed Graffin, Secretary Garmine-locked Carvin, Treasurer

ON THE WAITING LIST :

Clinging-vine Van Sant Frat Pin Fisher Morris McGraw

2 T H E F O O T A N D M O U T H C L U B

MOTTO :

Every time you open your mouth you put your foot in it.

MEMBERS :

Rambling Eoopie Headlong Hastings Naive Newton

3 INFELIX DIDO CLUB MOTTO :

"I'd rather love what I cannot have than have what I cannot love "

OFFICERS :

Cnpid Campbell, President Dead Eye Dora, Secretary Dntifnl Dennison, Treasurer

When the Night Talked

It is night in Residence Hall. All at once you waken, wondering what time it is. Guided by the steady tick-tick-tick, you grope your way to Big Ben. Just as you pick it up, it stops. You hasten to the window and lo! the hands have stopped at exactly twelve o'clock. Something darts across the heavens—a falling star.

A few minutes later you fall into troubled sleep. The silence of the room oppresses you even in sleep. A vague fear creeps thru your brain. There is a man in Turkish dress, his forehead swathed in brilliant calico; he holds your hair in one hand, while slowly he draws forth a slender sword with the other. You shudder violently and awake.

There comes a low noise at the door. It opens; closes. Stealthy footsteps; low breathing. Heavens! what is it? Some One bends over you. The Thing taps your shoulder; terrified, you open your eyes only to see It moving toward the door and beckon-ing you to follow. Fascinated, you rise; down the hall It leads you, never looking back.

Out on the balcony; silence; the stars; The Thing and you.

The Thing speaks in a hollow, unnatural voice :

"Of all the world," It croaks, "I chose you. To you alone will I divulge this ponderous secret. Lit-tle recks the so-called educated world under what defects it labors.

"Hist! come closer. Professors don't know how to mark themes. Ha! they are ignorant, but still blissful. They repose in self-conceit, but I tell you how they fail: they give their C's, D's, etc., for punctuation, spelling, paragraphing. And every 'D' they give you, I mark in my record elsewhere as 'Dandy,' their 'C's' as "Classy," and their 'A's' as 'Atrocious.' When they do give a big mark, it is only because the theme is technically perfect. Ha! they little know. Only form counts now. Just wait—my turn will come!"

. . . Something falls. You awake. A dream.

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Diary of the Board

Monday: Collected two drawings for art dept. Don't resemble originals at all. Guess I'll have to do them myself.

Tuesday: Got kicked out of staff meeting tonight— called me a rain cloud.

Wednesday: Went over to Kells about year book. They go up 60 per cent in price while you wait.

Thursday: Dummy won't do. Prof. Dutton can't realize our genius. WE'RE ORIGINAL! Member suggested calling book "Blue Dia-mond"—sounds too much like freight.

Friday: Who wants to be business manager? I'm already something—they can't pick on me.

Monday: Motion made to slap first person who talks too much in meeting. Not the way peo-ple should be brought up—usually brings 'em down.

Tuesday: Board meeting again—successful meet-ing. Present—me.

Friday: Stayed home from dance. Worked till 3 G. M. on book, but couldn't get inspiration. Jokes had all gone to the dance.

Saturday: Closed night; amusement offered: staff

meeting. Marg tried out our lyrical poetry. Dora sued her for damages. Wept for wasted glee club fee. Mouse broke up meeting.

Sunday: Didn't hear sermon; planned poems for book.

Tuesday: Hair pulling contest; more hair lost than during "flu." Girls claimed their \vrite-ups weren't true—they all wanted bouquets.

Wednesday: "Mike" absent from English 4—she got 100 ads. in that period. Harry suggests calling the book "The Radiator"—hot air and knocks. Nellie says the term isn't psycho-logical.

Thursday: Growls. Sleepy. Life's a mess.

Friday: Book goes to press. Junior class all have sore arms—result of patting themselves on the back.

The Plaint of An Editor

I'm tired of writing rhyme and prose, I hate this blooming book— I thought it would be heaps of fun, But gee! I was mistook.

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Alma Mater

To thee, Alma Mater, We, with tender care, Pledge our allegiance to thy name so fair.

CHORUS O, Delaware, T o thee we sing. With loyal hearts, in trust, our l ove

To thee w e bring.

In storm, trial, sorrow, We'll all burdens share, Then Blue and Gold shall gleam for thee, Delaware.