March 21, 1920 (vol. 30, iss. 123) • Page Image 9
…Is, the books, and vest. hum we by, now catches first tile fusser's eye, with cushions soft and light canoe, he sallies forth his girl to woo. For- getful now of profs and math, he rev- els gaily in the laugh, of that sweet maid who gently leans, against his shoulder, lost in dreams. Could but this season last for aye, while soft spring breezes round us play, but soon exams come for the term, and fill our blue books full of bunk. Then when a...…