. Tipyn o'bob, 1907-1908 . in his hand, sighed among theamorous maidens; there Patience, as blithe and fresh-coloured a dairy-maid as might be found in Merrie England, took her buoyant way;and Archibald Grosvenor, a poetic stripling in black velvet, fluted lyricsin a high, sweet voice, and, better still, looked like an old Spanishportrait. Miss Minor and Miss Baker, as Patience and Grosvenor, car-ried with them a convincing atmosphere of Arcadian romance, of greenforests where one day is as another and life forever young. The sol-diers in their white and scarlet uniforms and the maidens in the
. Tipyn o'bob, 1907-1908 . in his hand, sighed among theamorous maidens; there Patience, as blithe and fresh-coloured a dairy-maid as might be found in Merrie England, took her buoyant way;and Archibald Grosvenor, a poetic stripling in black velvet, fluted lyricsin a high, sweet voice, and, better still, looked like an old Spanishportrait. Miss Minor and Miss Baker, as Patience and Grosvenor, car-ried with them a convincing atmosphere of Arcadian romance, of greenforests where one day is as another and life forever young. The sol-diers in their white and scarlet uniforms and the maidens in theirvarious coloured robes provided an admirable background for the threeprincipal figures. The music of Patience sings itself and the jokes make their ownpoints, but it is due to the artistic insight of the actors, to their sym-pathetic entrance into the spirit of the thing, that we had given us anunreality that is more charming than any reality, a perfect illusion ofromance. Louise Foley, 08. 26 TIPYN O BOB DULCI A hooK for everything, and everything on one. hooft. THE BLUE BONNET. When I was a little girl, the joy of my life was centred in a befrilledblue bonnet. To be parted from it plunged me into the depth of Mondays I would watch its progress through soapy and clear water,out to the line in the sunshine, where I saw it shake its ruffles and wavelong caressing arms at a plump, dignified pollowcase. Then Emma ALUMNAE NOTES 27 would iron it out so beautiful and smooth that my cup of joy wouldrun over, and the whole world seemed a place of perpetual gladness. Then one day came a tragic occurrence which nearly blighted myyoung life. I missed my bonnet and hurried back to the pasture to tryand find it. No bonnet. Frantic in my childish despair, I blindlystumbled on. Suddenly I spied a blue string flapping in the air. But,worse than horror, it hung from Sukeys damp black lips. She hadeaten my bonnet all but one string. I screamed for mother and graspedthe str
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