Arbutus . tainjust as Hawley does a fine hit of interference around thestudy table. (Curtain.) Act K— aitpears in tlie robe de unit. (Curtain.) Act silence. Millett liears liis watcli tick. Batchelor,from beneath the bed: We aint doin nothin. ^frs. Eogers. (Curtain.) Scic n. Ciffts muse AVho are tlic wise of obi I. it the class of 1902 ?No, no, no, no, not for a pun,.It is the class of 1901! Wholl prove themselves forever true,Tlic shining lights of great I. TJ. ?Xot the class of ,But 1901 twill ever be. Who of old I. U. will beEenowned for wisdom, piety? Xot the
Arbutus . tainjust as Hawley does a fine hit of interference around thestudy table. (Curtain.) Act K— aitpears in tlie robe de unit. (Curtain.) Act silence. Millett liears liis watcli tick. Batchelor,from beneath the bed: We aint doin nothin. ^frs. Eogers. (Curtain.) Scic n. Ciffts muse AVho are tlic wise of obi I. it the class of 1902 ?No, no, no, no, not for a pun,.It is the class of 1901! Wholl prove themselves forever true,Tlic shining lights of great I. TJ. ?Xot the class of ,But 1901 twill ever be. Who of old I. U. will beEenowned for wisdom, piety? Xot the class of 1904,But 1901 f,,r evermiirc. Dear Alma M„r Mr. KdUnr: I go to scliool here at Bloomingtun. I have another hobty-hor.^e, now. I can ride it ])retty well. Pleasi dont jiut anyjokes on ine, in the Arbutus. Yours anxiously. (). The Freshmens Catastrophe Three figures stole silently out of the darkness, and, holding their hands in theirpockets for a moment, as a substitute for whistling to keep their courage up, theypeered around the corner. They saw nothing. It was late—midnight. Ugh! They felt the chill of the night air creeping into their bones, for it was anuncanny hour. For a moment they stood thus; then— Did you hear that noise? whispered the figure in front to the dim outline at hiselbow. Naw; wasnt notliin. The dim outline moved up closer to the figure in front. Youve got the dope ready? came hoarsely from the third figure. Yes. And the bogi ? Everythings ready. Then let er go. And the three slid ahead a few feet; then the leader stopped. Here we are, he whispered back to the two. Here we are, repeated a voice at his elbow. Then a very stange thing happened. Youre my prisoners! A bullseye lantern flashed into thefaces of the —Freshmen. Hurry up, now! come on! Theres other work before morn-ing. T
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