Technala . ing of something asif clothes. At once I tried to convince myself that 1 had been dream-mt no. this strange noise was stern reality. My brain was crowded with un-pleasant thoughts; some one had come up the fire-escape. No; it was a ghost otHalloween. No it was a murderer, dragging his victim into such an unsuspiciousplace as a girls school. I lay there motionless—almost breathless. It was comingnearer and nearer. I stole up and looked over the transom. There was no light. Iknew that this mysterious wanderer had put out the lantern and was about his grue-some task. Finally I heard a
Technala . ing of something asif clothes. At once I tried to convince myself that 1 had been dream-mt no. this strange noise was stern reality. My brain was crowded with un-pleasant thoughts; some one had come up the fire-escape. No; it was a ghost otHalloween. No it was a murderer, dragging his victim into such an unsuspiciousplace as a girls school. I lay there motionless—almost breathless. It was comingnearer and nearer. I stole up and looked over the transom. There was no light. Iknew that this mysterious wanderer had put out the lantern and was about his grue-some task. Finally I heard a crash—twas finished—the murderer had lifted the lidof the garbage can and was concealing there his prey. The steps continued in the direction of my room. The hand clutched my d knob and instantly the door sprang open. I uttered a most heart-rending scream. I was answered by Hush, its nothing but me. The lights went out when I was on fourth floor, andI couldnt find mv wav to the room. Fhaxces C.\TERSeP. When When we no uniforms must wear,And to the bells we give no care;When we have all the company we want,And of going to town we all may rant;When we can visit during when good grades are made by all. When without practice, music is no more smoky tires arc burned;When slippers are worn the whole year even ice creams known to abound;When breakfasts hot are served to us in bed,And morning prayers we all have said. When we no longer our rooms must clean, And our candles we do not have to screen; When the noise of practice is no longer a din, And nice model girls we all have been; When we no longer our minds are required to tax. And were permitted to chew our wax; When we no oral themes must bring. And in chapel we really wish to sing; When no more verbs in French we have t learn, And the thought of missed lessons we can spurn; When we have a lecture in chemistry every day, And all the rules we demurely obey; When examinations are considered
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