THE COWLIKE SPIRIT.

Once more, according to custom, spring has revived the tender green. The undergraduate, the object of the hortatory editorial, must therefore once more be supplicated not to thwart Nature by killing the grass. Already the Yard has become riddled with unsightly short-cuts, with many more in an embryonic state. So little effort need be expended in turning aside to the ever-present path, that it seems unfortunate to mar the greensward. Now that most of the trees are gone, the grass is the Yard's chief natural adornment. A feeble will and a cowlike fondness for meandering, these things are destructive to beauty. Keep to the firm gravel track, and spare the tender bladelets.