. The Rotunda . exaggerated the noise that is beingmade. If none of the girls themselvesare not disturbed, there must not beso much noise. I have been disturbed several timesby some one yelling from the steps ofthe first floor to students on third,and second floor to get quiet. I didnthear the noise but I did hear someone screaming to them to get do not mean by writing this forumto be antagonistic to the house coun-cil or home department, but the voiceof the student is not allowed at someof the meetings called by the homedepartment, and I just want to usethis voice of the student colum
. The Rotunda . exaggerated the noise that is beingmade. If none of the girls themselvesare not disturbed, there must not beso much noise. I have been disturbed several timesby some one yelling from the steps ofthe first floor to students on third,and second floor to get quiet. I didnthear the noise but I did hear someone screaming to them to get do not mean by writing this forumto be antagonistic to the house coun-cil or home department, but the voiceof the student is not allowed at someof the meetings called by the homedepartment, and I just want to usethis voice of the student column todefend us in what we consider some-what unjust treatment. We are Juniors and Seniors in col- The more peanuts the fans in thefootball stadium of Iowa State Col-lege eat the harder it is going to beon the flies. Peanut shells found onthe stadium floor this year were tak-en to the schools chemical laboratorywhere J. Burke Jacobs, college chem-ist, is reducing them to liquid form tobe used as fly killing SHADOWS AND DREAMS When the sun sinks low and the stars peep out,My thoughts turn to you with never a doubtBut that twilight and shadows will bring you to me,If not in reality, then suiely in dreams. Its in dreams that you come, for youve gone away,And youve taken the joy and bloom from my in dreams youre here, close by my side,And softly my hand in yours you hide. Then we look at the young, new moon aooveAnd ail our thoughts seem turned to love,And we talk of life in a cottage smallWith vines and roses quite covering all. Then the moon sends down a brighter beam,And in your place a shadows quickly I turn and walk inside,wnere areams and shadows do not abide. Dorothy C. Roberts, 35 THINGS I HAVE I love the winds that sing of roaring sailsThat go their spendthrift way down trackless lanes—And then again, I love the early glowOf candlelight around the dripping love the door of home and glowing hearth,The solitude of hills—a whispering pine—
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