. The Rotunda . haps until 11 this time she is in there studying,wearing herself out. We wonder if the solution to theSunday afternoon problem is notquite simple, after all. We have asuggestion to make, that we thinkthe majority of students will likevery much. We wish that the reading roommight be left open on Sunday after-noons and nights. If this were done,many girls who do not have timeto read the magazines and newspa-pers during the week, or the studentteacher, to be specific, would havetime to acquaint themselves with thenews of the day. Those three groups mentioned be-fore, th
. The Rotunda . haps until 11 this time she is in there studying,wearing herself out. We wonder if the solution to theSunday afternoon problem is notquite simple, after all. We have asuggestion to make, that we thinkthe majority of students will likevery much. We wish that the reading roommight be left open on Sunday after-noons and nights. If this were done,many girls who do not have timeto read the magazines and newspa-pers during the week, or the studentteacher, to be specific, would havetime to acquaint themselves with thenews of the day. Those three groups mentioned be-fore, the chronic sleeper, the loafer,the student who wears herself out,and also the habitual wallsitter,would have a really worthwhile wayin which to spend their time. The current religious literature, ofwhich we have a great deal, wouldperhaps be more widely known thanas a mere title, as is the case now. In time, the library reading roomwould become a place of restful, rec-reative reading, if not A WEE BOYS SENTIMENTS Muvver, please let go my shirtI wont get my suit fuUa dirtI wanna see the funny manAn all the monkeys on the —muvver, I wont go too farTheres at great big iron go stand close up thereAnd look at that ole grisly , Muvver, Im a great big treat me like I was a toyAw, cant a kid see the world?Im no sissy, cryin girl—Im gonna join the circus now!Aw gee, I bet Id be a wow!I hope your Muvver held skirtsWhen you was little, cause gee. hurtsTo see the circus prade go onN get left up here all sad n I get big n be a manIm gonna own the whole whiz-bang! it 70— What .sweetness I do find In the graceful curves Of those lips of thine They sing a melody Of wisdom and of gaiety. In laughter they do find a way To make happiness hold sway And in repose, dear heart They sing so soft a note of tenderness That thrills within my being A love of thee. Your lips, dear heart, To me portray A soul divine and lovely. K. E.
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