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applaud it only with reservations, we were grateful to the Coburn players for
helping to while away the time of our family and friends.

At the Bonfire on Tuesday evening, 1909 may be said literally to have gone
up “in a blaze of glory.” The performance was splendidly lurid from the time
when we set out from the arch with our red balloon attachments to the breathless
moment when the fire balloons and the Phcenix in its red chariot soared up into
the sky. Georgina, backed by the megaphone chorus, heralded the events among
which perhaps the most noteworthy were a dance from Pleasaunce “profanely par-
odied,” and a scene from hazing at its worst. We sacrificed on the funeral pyre
not only note-books, daisies and baked potatoes, but even our own Phenix. Not
a tear was shed, however, as it smouldered to ashes, for we were just waiting to
shout: “Dis bird’s gwine rise again.” Before we went up the hill again to sing on
the steps for the next to last time, we handed down to 1911 the song and cheers that
our Juniors had given us, Amo, Juba, and Once more we are gathered together,
and then our own Audite and “Oh, there goes—”

The morning of Garden Party was not unlike the morning of May Day a
month before. On this occasion, however, the sun rose in time for the Varsity
game and brought us a victory of 14-2. College breakfast, engineered by Leila
Houghteling, ran smoothly and successfully; 1889, 1899, 1904, 1906 and 1908 were
all represented. Marjorie Young, who spoke for 1908, echoed the unanimous opin-
ion that “generally speaking, a woman is—generally speaking.” Pleasaunce, Mary
Nearing and Plattie were our champions in the field, while Georgina followed
Myra’s new dialogue with the ever-welcome selections from real life.

Everyone says that Garden Party was the prettiest which had ever been seen;
if this is so we must thank the lanterns and the moon that followed us so faith-
fully through that last week. The food was dainty but delicious, and the band
played those “old familiar tunes” so dear to our operatic hearts. As for the sing-
ing in the evening—we were really surprised at our own performance, and when,
at the Alumnz Banquet the next night, the Senior singing was spoken of by three
different people, we felt that it must have impressed others almost as much as our-
selves. There were serious moments in this last week, but they need not be writ-
ten down in any Class Book, as each of us remembers them only too clearly for
herself. But when the “singing class’? gave up the steps to the Juniors, it was a
serious moment for everyone of us, for we all felt that the last of our college
pleasures was over.