RUMOR WHISPERS.
—That red-birds and sparrows were thinned out mightily during the holidays by those skillful quail (?) hunters.
—That “Possum” is as sweet as ever on the girls, notwithstanding recent events.
—That Dick “Betts” a certain freshman got left recently.
—That one of our pious theologians was perfectly carried away with the “Scotch-ramble” at a Xmas party.
—That “Ettiquette” was smitten anew during his sojourn at home. Wonder if they correspond?
—That Miss — left just in the “Nick” o’ time for one of the boys.
—That the third-story front, College building, is a long way from the Hundley House breakfast bell.
—That Bro. H. thinks a speculative account is one on which a fellow makes a “speck.”
Last term the Junior class received lectures from Prof. Armstrong on Poetics. The Bard of the class signed his examination paper in the following strain:
“Upon examination day
No aid received or given,
As on this English exercise
Two weary hours I’ve striven;
And now I sing a weary strain,
I neither laugh nor caper,
The only damage I have done
Is to deface this paper.”