VOL.XI.
NOVEMBER,
NO. 2.
1885.
EDITORS: A. N. BOWERS.
Mu Sigmi Rho, { GEO. H. EDWARDS, W. C. ROBINSON.
E. B. HATOHER, Philologian,{ Il. W. JONES, C. D. ROY.
Business Manager-W. A. BORUM. Assistant Business Manager-J. L.
B1.<OWN.
'I'ennis.
They played at tennis that summer dayWhere was it? Oh, call it Richmond CollegeThe place matters not; I will simrily say, They were playing tennis that summer day, And she wore a ~hirt and a ducline collar.
"And Love? What is love?" he fain would know, Yet blushed to ask it, for he could see What pardonless ignorance he must show; But she calmly answered him, Rpeaking slow, "Why, love is nothing, you know," said she.
He played but ill-'t" as his first essayAnd she his partner and coach was both ; Though perhaps not ''up" in the points of play, Yet she knew tlie game in a general way. And to give him points seemed nothing loath.
* * * * * * * * * The sun of that summer day is set; That season is gone, as seasons go ; But his heart was caught in that tennis net, And they might have been playing partners yet, Had she not given her answer," No."
He did his best, b t his best was poor; The balls served to him on his side stayed ; And thus it went on for a round or more, Till, anxious, he ventured to ask the score. "The score~ Why, it's thirty, Love," she Eaid.
He plays no tennis at all, this year, But he mopes, and moans, and sighsHeigho !-That fate is so hard and life is so drear; And worse than all else, he remembers clear That â&#x20AC;˘'Jove is nothing"-she told him so. [Selected.
"He is very sad and in poor health on account of the death ¡ of his wife." " He will recover, though ! " " Oh, yes, he will re-wive."-E x . ~ -
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Judge : " itness, can you 1:,wear to that statement?" Witness : " Well, I'd like to see the statement that I can't swear to."