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All too soon did the hours wing [...] flight and when the loud [???] told that the hours for pleasure were over, regretfully did they remove their winged shoes and return, the chief and braves to the Lodge, the maidens to their wig wams.
And this was the beginning of the revival of skating at the Lodge of Learning, but that end thereof can we not tell for it hath not yet come.
Harken
Whenever we enter the College Whatever day it may be (Except perhaps on Sunday) The same old thing hear we - "Harken!"
As soon as a lecture is over And before another begins When most are so busy talking We hear his voice who singe "Harken"!"
When we pass the College building At morning or noon when 'tis light We hear it and some say they hear it When they pass there late at night. "Harken!"
But we harken and harken and harken And do we hear anything? No Except the same old story "Harken to my tale of woe!"
In The Palace Cafe "My father wanted to make a man of me So he sent me down to Varsity."
These lines, so beautiful and original, were set to music, and are occasionally sung with great effect, by that man of genius, J. W. McAndrew. One Saturday evening, not long ago, ably escorted by General G.B. Cox, Mac started with his new $2.50 skates to the Princess. The fact of Mac's inability to do anything on ice but the windmills act, did not deter him from going to the rink. However on the way he kept up his own and his friend's spirits by indulging in one of his demoniacal yells every time he met anyone upon whom he thought his voice
would have some effect. In every case the result was startling. A poor old man, in astonishment, let his pipe fall out of his mouth. One lady screamed and another was seen to draw her cloak more tightly about her as she ejaculated, "Good land a livin." Stolid, sensible, discreet old G.B. sought to coerce Mac into a semi-civilized state of mind by telling him very confidentially that he got his name up once for chasing a little girl and now said he "Mac, if you don't take care it will be getting into "In Cap and Gown" about you scaring old women on the street." But it was no use, for Mac, flushed with the success of his deep, sonorous, fog-horn voice on the highly-strung nerves of those now gasping and
shuddering in his wake, confused to take advice and kept on in his mad career Fortunately the rink was reached before anyone was frightened to death. One University girl was found who was brave enough to venture on to the ice with the two, and in a way, they enjoyed themselves immensely. After the skating was over, instead of gallantly waiting with the mob at the door until some tired-fooled unescorted maiden came out, having picked up a third member, the trio repaired to the Palace Cafe where, despite the noble endeavours of the General, Mac several times electrified the crowded tables by giving vent to his usual roar of irrespressible good spirits - Two men at the near-by table wel[?]