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betting as to who had drunk the most beer and the feeling began to prevail that instead of three sober Divinity students, the place was polluted by a trio of drunks. Color was lent to this vile supposition by Mac becoming slightly entangled when he gave them the yell "V-a-r-s-i-t-y". Three times did the crowd of eaters change before our heroes had quenched their thirst and satisfied their appetites to make a list of all the choice dishes they consumed would be too great a feat of memory, so we will endeavor to convey some idea by submitting the fact that Mac's bill was only $3.85 [?] it is easily own. That whatever Mac has learned on his three year's sojourn among us he has at least learned well "How to Entertain."
Our Jean "There is a lass and she is fair, At [?] and market to be seen; When a' the fairest maids are met, The fairest maid is bonnie Jean."
[drawing of sunflower with W] We of No. 6 are very proud of Jean Our hearts' swell with triumph when at Convocation she walks up to the platform to receive her well earned scholarships - this has now been a regular yearly custom with her - and when she takes the chair at the Literary Society Meetings we whisper to our next door neighbor 'That's our Jean.' Although when seated upon the platform Jean appears somewhat fearsome she is really very approachable. Almost any day she may be seen seated at the
table in No. 6 with a pile of French and German books about her, and dictionaries hovering around at angles which sometimes bring them in an avalanche to the floor. Magazines and University Columns are for Freshmen and Sophmores: Juniors taking an Honor Modern course indulge in no such dissipations. At ones entrance Jean will raise her head and inquire plaintively, "Have you got anything to eat?" Then receiving a negative answer, will return to her languages with the air of a martyr. It seems a long and yet a short time since Jean first saw historic No. 6 Those were in the good old days when we had a wholesome dread of the Seniors - a thing of the past with present day Freshmen, - and never upon
any account used the telephone. We [underlined] considered we had reached the height of wicked dress when we sat on the roller or on the steps and copied out the University Column. But once an unkind sophmore emptied the contents of someone else's wat[?] upon our heads and then we left the steps deserted ever after. We soon found that to sit next [?] Jean was wisdom. She liked Mathematics To my certain knowledge she worked a whole dilapidated book of Trigonometry questions for fun! She did Cicero without a trans, and the result of taking her suggestions regarding Latin Prose was to fill the Professor's heart with joy and amazement. Now Mathematics and Latin are a thing of the past with Jean
and instead she studies queer books full of Anglo Saxon while her looking glass is disfigured with History dates instead of Trigonometry formulas. However she is not always studying. Upon occasions she still find time for skating, tobogganing, basket-ball and tennis. Sometimes in playing tennis the spirit of her ancestors enters into her, and instead of hitting the ball in the air she lets it very nearly touch the ground and then makes a mighty "swipe" at it with both hands as if she were playing golf. It is on the record that first after the 'Angels' had brought Jean a baby brother, she said anxiously, "Whatever will Muma and me do with so many chillin?" If this be so whatever will