Monday--Say I sure am peeved-never going to speak to Jack again.

    Tuesday--Do you know where Jack is? Say he sure is a peach. Oh yes, we made up.

    Wednesday--That Jack Lyons is the biggest mutt I ever saw--I am off of him for life. No joking either.

    Thursday--Jack is a pretty good sport, isn't he? He was out last night, and I believe I could get a case on him. Guess I'll take him to the next Alpha Chi dance, if I don't decide to take Port Sloan.

    Friday--I certainly am crazy about Jack, and I'm going to cut out all the other fellows and be good.

   Days of spring,

   Robins sing,

Two eyes of heaven's blue,

   A dimple sweet,

   A campus seat,--

What-could a fellow do?

    Some Orpheum seats,

    A box of sweets,

A question and a ring;

    A sudden tiff,

    Biff! Sniff!

You horrid, hateful thing!"

    A day to weep,

    A night to sleep,

Another day of spring,

    Some other eyes,

    Some other lies,-

Encore, the same old thing.

DING

Two little girls on a deep dark night
Came home to sleep, but what a plight.
The house was locked, all shut up tight.
Of human life no sign or sight,
Except, of course, the little boys
Who tagged along with a little noise.
They could not wake a soul within,
They dare not, for their chance was thin
To find excuse for such late hours.
So one bright boy had a notion
Of Putting "Berry" into motion
So up she climbed to a window high
And both were landed safe and dry.