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ning of our social intercourse, even with unmarried male members of it,—considering Con-
stance and Betsy. It cannot be the end, with all Commencement week to come. It is the
climax, the point reached by us only once in our college life, the height which, once past,
we may never again attain (even by special pleading before the president of the Senior
Class). We had a jolly good time, and the Faculty, to one trying to view the matter with
an unprejudiced eye, seemed to be enjoying itself fairly well.

Acnes LAWRENCE MuRRAY.