In Cap and Gown student journal

gold upon a marriage certificate. "Peace hath her victories."

The curtain has been drawn over the many months of courtship - yes and the door closed and locked and the lamp turned down low. Unbecoming indeed would it be to repeat the words of honey sweetness, whispered in the sombre shade of evening, as they two strolled along the streets of Tillsonburg; or in the more sombre shade of evening[struck through] a darkened parlor not far from the same busy streets. Suffice it to say that these did occur - with the fatal result of October 12th.

Snell was not quite himself that day. He arose early in the morning - a danger ous symptom. Sixteen miles lay between him and his - quite a difference there was that day between the objective and possessive cases. Love laughs at distances. Miles were rolled off as inches. Time lingered not, nor

[bold] IN CAP and [bold]

[image of turkey with two branches with three acorns in the top two corners and images of two bunches of 6 cobs of corn in each bottom corner] NOVEMBER GOWN 1904

An excellent method of wearing the hair at breakfast is to have it close cropped to about 1/16th of an inch from the skin. If the complexion be naturally dark the effect is ravishing.

An elegant morning gown for shopping consists of a long waterproof reaching quite to the ankles and buttoned high.

It is expected that bonnets for ladies will soon be quite in vogue. They are useful for morning shopping especially if made on the Salvation Army pattern.

Hints for the Ladies [underlined] Don't put books or magazines in the parlor It might look as if you sometimes sat there yourself.

The Auction Sale

The Auction Sale of this year was like that of other years only it was different. The difference consisted principally in the auctioneer and his methods. Last year and the year before last we had large auctioneer gentlemen divinely tall, handsome and possessed of sonerous voices. This year the auctioneer was a smaller man but as he possessed the second attribute, particular charms of his own simply compensated for the lack of height and depth of tone. Mr Millar was elected to his responsible position by an overwhelming majority and his candid confession that he knew that we knew that he knew that he needed our aid, won our sympathy and indulgence for any

"freaks" he might introduce in his manner of conducting a "Magazine Sale."

The Auction Sale proper was a funny affair and there were some funny things happened before it. The Sale was advertised for Thursday evening. Thursday afternoon Mr. Millar along with Mr. Horton whom he had evidently enticed to go with him both for protection and the benefit of his good taste, was seen in knox's Bargain Emporium. He was not buying razors or neckties but, what was rather alarming was investing in 15[cents] dazzling gold rings and 10 [cents] bewitching fair-haired dolls But thereby hange a tale.

Mr. Millar entered the arena of auction some time after eight o'clock and demonstrated at once by the fluency of his language and the ease with which he handled his hammer that he was

accustomed to knock things down. "He immediately proceeded to business and informed us that he would take all bids as long as they were rises.

'The Ladies' Home Journal' ! Now whoever wants this is to pay for it - and its a good paper for ladies and gentlemen. 40 [cents]? Mr. Washburn, you raise it. No? Well where's Dr. L? - 57 [cents] bid for this 50[cent] paper! Sold [underlined] to Mr. McGoun and that's 4 [cents] made on that job."

The Illustrated London News was next on the list. Mr. Powell was the only bidder for this expensive paper and with a loud "it's going to be go - she's going - gone [underlined]" it was knocked down to Famous Francis. Harper's Weekly shared the same fate the auctioneer considering $1.35 a good bid if the paper was worth it.

"The Review of Reviews" - is it weekly or

monthly? Oh yes! monthly. Well now ladies the Weekly Review of Reviews - You'll get a better paper if you pay more for it." Mr. Powell paid the "more" and got the Review.

Miss Hodge was a willing bidder for the Argosy after the auctioneer had inform[ed] her that it was a "very crisp" magazine. The Windsor and Cassell's were soon disposed of and then Mr. Millar introduced the special feature of his show.

Instead of taking bids for Scribner's Magazine he held up to our astonished view a yellow-haired, rosy-cheeked doll. From the expert way he handled this article we judged that the auctioneer was accustomed to play with dolls or perhaps he was renewing memories of infantile delights. "Now start ladies 15 [cents] for this doll worth 25 - See this pretty face. Now come on you fellows, some of you'll never get a

prettier. Westgate don't you want it? 17 [cents] for the sweetest gir[l] - Oh no! She's a long way from Literature but if you people don't want her I'll keep her myself", and with an adoring look at his divinity Mr. Millar deposited her on his desk.

After selling the Philistine and also a pipe which came from unknown regions, the auctioneer put up Punch for sale. "Now here's the most lively paper we have. Read it twice myself. "Punch! Punch! Punch! brothers Punch! Cheer up you folk. $1.30. You'll have all the jokes. "Bids were wildly made but finally Punch went to Dr. Tamblyn.

The dazzling gold ring was next produced They were told it was set with beautiful opals and diamonds, was an engagement ring and worth $450. Bids were not very enthusiastic for this article. Everyone was either engaged or didn't want to be.

By this time the hour was late and the remaining magazines were sold rapidly. The auctioneer ended his performance by once more producing his doll since he inferred so he said, that Mr. Carlisle would like a chance for the fairest haired girl in the crowd.

As a mark of favor and esteem Mr. Millar was presented with the Century Magazine and by this he knew that we knew that he knew that he had made the Auction Sale of this year a success. [drawn line]

The Freshettes of this year are a very knowing lot. Even the most peagreen of the class of naughtie eight has learned to stand before the window of No. 6 and exclaim in the most approved fashion "Isn't that dam pretty?"

[bold] Our Junior [bold] "Oh woman in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy and hard to please, But seen too oft familiar with her face We first endure, then pity. then embrace." [drawn line] Miss Jessie Rowat first stook at the portal of No. 6 a few weeks before. "In Cap and Gown" made its debut as a trembling freshman. There was very little trembling freshman about Jessie. She demanded a calendar and came to the conclusion she would take Second Year English and Fourth Year Honours with a lightheartedness that caused Sophmores to gasp and seniors to glare. She wasn't afraid of anything or anyone, could answer all Dr. L's questions, always contentedly took a front seat and sheltered trembling juniors and sister Freshmen who fought strenuously for back seats away from Dr. L's all-seeing eye. After Christmas she suddenly