The Echo . ss P. Y-e-s. \Vhy did you take that definition ? Marianne. Because that seemed to explain it to me better than any other one. Miss P. Grace Craig, give me a definition of a sensation. Graee C. A sensation is an attack of the brain, an hallucination instigated byover estimation of the vivid imagination, and is formed when you fall in you fall out of love, you take that definition with a minus sign, and call itnegative sensation. Miss P. Grace Foy. discuss attention. Graee F. Attention is sometliing you have to pay. but you dont need any-thing to pay witli. [Bell
The Echo . ss P. Y-e-s. \Vhy did you take that definition ? Marianne. Because that seemed to explain it to me better than any other one. Miss P. Grace Craig, give me a definition of a sensation. Graee C. A sensation is an attack of the brain, an hallucination instigated byover estimation of the vivid imagination, and is formed when you fall in you fall out of love, you take that definition with a minus sign, and call itnegative sensation. Miss P. Grace Foy. discuss attention. Graee F. Attention is sometliing you have to pay. but you dont need any-thing to pay witli. [Bell Girls, come on. Ill tell you right out here in this end of the hallwhat that matter was. It behooves us as the Senior Class to procure the informa-tion by intensive investigation as circumstance permits, and get the needed andassuredly weighty reasons wliy ( for fear of prevaricating or ) comes up here so often and talks so much to a certain teacher. M. W. S., 08. 165 Uoscs U ikehard. Grinds. Ytlucaf—We have seen better days. Mrs. Nostrebor— A perfect woman, nobly planned,To warn, to comfort, and command. Miss Sivad—His bark is worse than his bite. Mr. Lhats—Me walks as though he tread upon eggs. Miss Nidrah—Come, sit down, every mothers son and rehearse yoiirparts. Miss Nosliw—Never sick, never ijld. never dead. Mr. Nosrebor—He hath a stern look but a gentle heart. Miss Reizod—She ha<l a face like a benediction. Miss Margep—Hence, home you idle creatures: get vou home! Prof. Tfark—The world knows only two. thats Rome and 1. JNIiss Egap—Ill haunt thee like an evil conscience still. Miss Nniig—Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? Prof. Reshal—I cainiot tell what the dickens his name is I Miss Kcolalb—The liearing ear and the seeing eye. Miss Rehsif—.\way with her, away with her! she speaketh Latin. Miss Kcinep—It is better to wear out than to rust out. Miss Retrop— Twas kind of kingdom-come to look()n sech a blessed
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