Tipyn o'bob, 1906-1907 . ed Arabella, just as thechauffeur stopped the machine, in time to save them from the like they jumped from the car and rushed to the railing. Butthe waters had closed completely over Truesdale, although some distancedown the river a small bag still bobbed on top of the current. For halfan hour perhaps the chauffeur allowed the widow to mingle her tearswith Truesdales watery grave, then, in the most considerate manner, hesuggested that it grew late, and that, although he would be willing tostay with her all night on the bridge, the ordinary conventio
Tipyn o'bob, 1906-1907 . ed Arabella, just as thechauffeur stopped the machine, in time to save them from the like they jumped from the car and rushed to the railing. Butthe waters had closed completely over Truesdale, although some distancedown the river a small bag still bobbed on top of the current. For halfan hour perhaps the chauffeur allowed the widow to mingle her tearswith Truesdales watery grave, then, in the most considerate manner, hesuggested that it grew late, and that, although he would be willing tostay with her all night on the bridge, the ordinary conventions must berespected. Still sobbing, Arabella tore herself from the railing andallowed him to help her into the machine. When the two had fairlystarted on their homeward ride, her tears little by little abated, andfinally ceased altogether. As she hung her handkerchief to dry over theback of the seat, she smiled at the chauffeur. It was a pathetic, yetirresistible little smile. Helen Dudley, 08. COLLEGE SLANG Some Sharks on a Board 3o TIPYN OBOB THE SAD TALE OF SHY MR. RABBIT. I. When Brer Rabbit, he coted Miss Meadows,He dressed hisself up in his wo brown pants when he went ter de danceShe guv, an a snow-white ves. //. But, Lor bress yo soul, my Honey! He wuzSech a shy, absen-minded man,Dat he set down—swish! in the ice-cream dishWhen he tried ter pick up her fan. De ice-cream wuz white vanilly, an Hit stuck ter dat creeter like glue. He quitted dat dance in dem white-seated pants An since, all his chiluns warm too. Caroline Minor, 09. To the library let us on, Reserves are few and will soon be gone. There go lasses with a learned air, Skipping up the teakwood stair. One and all, in teakwood stall, Sit and gaze at a teakwood wall. Haste you, for at stroke of ten We must trip it home again. Dorothy M. Child, 09. ALUMNAE NOTES 31 ALUMNM NOTES. 89. At the December tea of the Bryn Mawr Club of Boston, on De-cember eleventh, Miss Emily Greene Balch, 89, who wa
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