The Round-Ap;
or, Glhere is My Wandering Boy To- Night?
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S the bedlam subsided someone ventured, “I move the question.’
A “But [ don’t think we have a quorum.’
“Well, where’s Rock?” muttered an unclaimed voice from the corner.
“T just saw Dot Wells and her sophomore shadow tottering for the 1.38.
June Warder was puffing behind, clutching the remains of a corsage and yelling
peremptorily, ‘Dot, why don’t you wait for me?’”’
“Well, | met Garry on my way to class meeting, and, apparently unaware that
it was December, she told me blushingly that a suitor was coming out and that they
were going to pick violets.”
“T bet I know where Olive is.”
“You're right. She’s in the lib getting ready for finals, and’’—bitterly—
“she had to get there early or she wouldn’t get all the books.”
“Wonder where Mecky 1s?”
“When I was over in Rock posting a notice I heard shrieks and went down to
see what the rumpus was about. Batch, as dummy, was energetically entertaining
herself with her entire repertoire of songs, and just as I came in I saw Mecky give
her a disgusted glance, fling her cards across the room and stalk out.
“T tried to persuade Gulie to come to class meeting, but she heard the telephone
ring and tore off, much excited. E. must have been feeling the effects of mental
exhaustion, for she kept on vaguely dealing cards.
“T tried to stop Sylva as she was dashing out campus door—she said she
couldn’t wait because she was late for lab with ‘Crenny.’ I told her to cut for
once, but she just looked at me reproachfully and sidled past.”
“Tuck’s gone home.”
“What's the matter? Did she sprain her ankle?”’
“That’s not the half of it,” groaned a voice from the corner. “She sprained
my back. I was with her when it happened.”
“Well,” said Marge in a resigned tone, ‘I guess the meeting will have to pro-
ceed as usual without them.”
From RockFELLER.
In winter I stay up all night
And study by electric light.
In summer quite the other way,
IT stay in bed almost all day.
And does it not seem hard to you
When there’s so many things to do,
And I should like so much to play,
To cram all night and sleep all day?
Beis AG
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