The hour of recitation in private corporations had almost drawn to a close. For the first time In many moons Sam Buck entered the class room. Many explanations mingled with clapping of hands greeted his arrival
   "The class will please observe the ordinary courtesies due visitors," declaimed Dr. Maxey.
   The examination questions in insurance greatly perplexed Mr. Guilfoil. He scratched his head and pulled his hair, but the problems remained insoluble. Then he grew curious:
   "Professor Robbins was this suicide voluntary?"

   Love, like electricity, is a force. You can't see it but it works just the same. Love will make a student spend the price of a weeks board on a pair of theatre tickets and then go crazy over a show which would make him cuss in the gallery. It will make him smilingly part from two dollars to get a bunch of short-lived flowers, while he will holler like a seared pup if he has to buy a new seventy-five cent book. With love on her side. a diminutive co-ed can make two hundred pounds of football player eat out of her hand.

   It is easy to scoff at love until it hits you. The lover who sits in class staring blankly before him, so steeped in amorous reveries that he forgets there is a University of Nebraska, may seem like a joke to you now, but wait till you're struck! Before you know it you'll be offering to be her meal ticket for life.
   Love seduces reason from its vigilance: under its spell a man will say things that would make him laugh if he heard some one else say them; and he'll write letters, which he'd pay money to recover a year later. Love is that foolish fondness which makes the rhetoric students describe a kiss as soft, flavored, dewy, trembling, flaming, lingering, deep-drawn. rapturous. Under the magic spell of love, the young man sees visions of loveliness where others see only common-placeness. It is well that this is so: for were it not for this, many would be the man who would live alone, and many would be the maid who would finish her days with her feet beneath her father's table. Believe me, I know--from experience.
Robert Ferguson.

   In Spring Time--What is the difference between the Sun and Engberg?
   Sprung in Time--The Sun makes the green trees "leave." and Engberg makes the green Freshmen leave.--H. B. C.

   When you've stepped off and are in deep water.--just put on your PUMPS.

The Iron Sphinx Initiation

   Perhaps there is nothing so calculated to impress the mind of the student just entering upon his second year as the ritual of a great and glorious interfraternity. Such an organization, needless to say, is the Iron Sphinx. Its ritual and initiation ceremony are said to be unexceled. We are not necessarily, all of the Iron Sphinx, but we have seen the results, and one of the Prophets hath said, "By their works shall ye know them." How often have we seen fallen and meekly timorous creatures sally forth toward the "Pen" woods on a night in spring, clad in misery and cast-off clothing. And just as often seen them return duly initiated with fire in their eyes, and bulging with the best of "spirits." One would not recognize any of them as the same man. In fact they never are the same "thereafter." A great change has been wrought by the rites and mysterious workings of a short hour or two. Whereas, each man went out a lone lorn creature, devoid of honor or attainments, every one returns a fullfledged class politician, "lacking only an office to fill." From thence forward, your true Iron Sphinx, or "Spike" as he is frequently called by our more recent recruits from the "rhubarbs," becomes an earnest and ardent aspirant for office, and seeketh far and wide a stand-in with the sorority girls. Membership in the Sphinx is limited to three or four men of brains, and two representatives from each fraternity. Their control of Soph politics is absolute--in Sphinx meeting.

A terrible tragedy in three acts. Time Feb. 14, 1912.

Cast of Characters.
Tress McCoid
Ruth Lindley
Policeman
Bill, the Burglar
Supe--Bill Bates
Crowd of Thetas, policemen, and D. U.'s

   Act I. Parlor of Theta house, 8 P. M.

   Ruth L. (peeking out the window)--Oh, girls, what will we do? We are being watched. There's a burglar out there who is just waiting until we go to bed. I can see his lighted cigar.
   Tress McCoid--I just know he's after the diamond in my Beta pin.
   Voice (of a Theta hiding under the table)--Maybe he's a spy of the Alpha Phis, to see if we 're keeping Bertha Gooden here all night. They 're crazy to get her, even if she is spiked.
   Ruth L. (in a stern voice of authority)--Freshman, call the police. Louise, you do it. (Exit Louise).

   Act II. Yard of Theta house.

   Police Patrol comes dashing up. Interested D. Us. at their windows.
   Policeman--Where, miss, is the burglar?
   Ruth L.--Don't you see him down on the corner?
   Tress Mc.--He tried to open a window and even climbed on the porch roof. He did his best to get some jewelry a college friend of mine had given me.
   Bill Bates (hurrying across the street)--Is there something going on here I'm not in? That 'a right, officer. I saw the man try to rob the girls. He's a bad character. (Police Patrol dashes off with robber).

   Act III. Thetas at dinner next day.

   Ruth Lindley (reading from "The Star")--"Frightened Thetas Arrest Burglar. Man who went outdoors to smoke cigar arrested. His hostess unable to stand tobacco smoke. Pretty co-eds think he is robbing them." Isn't that a horrid write-up though? I suppose Carl Lord did it. He's such a D. G. man.
   Tress M.--Well, it did sound as though some one was trying to open a window. Anyway, I'm glad that horrid man didn't get my Beta pin.

Curtain.