Pardon us, Thetas, if we trod on your feet for a minute or two, or if we say a few of these dreadful things, but we just can't help it. Because you do have a bunch of foul balls really, and we must use this means to speak to a few of them and maybe help them a little in their long upward climb to success, socially or otherwise.

      O-oh-o-o-o, Ka-a-ay, I'm so glad to see you out tonight, dragging down that good right arm of Gairdner's. How he can stand you for three long hours is more than we can see . . . with your repellant drawl from the lake shore district of Chicago. It is amusing . . . you are so sophisticated and knowing of the world and its ways. But please get rid of that limp, languid manner and that heart-rending, grating voice. Ugh . . . it makes our blood boil. Snap out of it Ka-a-ay and be yourself.

      This is to you Carolyn and Beatrix. You two husky men-chasers. One advantage you have over the other girls is that Buick roadster that the folks send down from Fremont every once in a while. You can certainly go out and get them then. Only you should be a little more particular in your choice. You remind us of two hawks when you drive listlessly about in that car, seeking fruit in the way of a couple of poor innocent college boys who really do not want to spend their money, but are attracted to you by (what in H--- can they be attracted by?). You should really be at home on your books.

      That's about all for this stanza except that we missed you, Beth. You certainly are a go-getter, as one can see by the hang-dog expression on our Francis Millson and his attentive, servile ways. He is a slave to your charms (?) which we don't think much of. How you do lop around and gaaah all over the place. . . You have Nemo though, so you can be satisfied.

      Speaking of the fair sister on the left. . . . Really one of the coming girls of the University. We're not exactly sure where she came from or where she's going, however.