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young lady was compelled to ask all the married women of College Terrace. "But herein hangs a tale."

Not knowing what young ladies were invited I labored under the delusion that all the co-eds of the Terrace had intended to participate in the ride.

So it was that, upon Monday evening the moon came out in all his sil'vry splendor and cast his pale beams over a happy crowd of "bikers."

We hurried along the road through Mayfield and after a speedy half hour's ride we arrived at Mountain View. There were just thirteen of us, and of course a successful run would not be consistent with that unlucky numeral, and as a result we suffered several misfortunes. Naturally I was the unfortunate one.

First I punctured my tire and not to be satisfied with this calamity I broke my saddle-post, a small but annoying accident which necessitated my riding upon the frame the rest of the way home. When I arrived home I found upon examining my tire that it had been punctured in about eleven different places.