FROLICKING 1916.

Tomorrow the bars of propriety will be lowered, staid looks, flowing gowns and flashing buttons laid aside, and the Senior class, filled with a wild abandon, their loins girt up with overalls, will go forth to picnic. For four years the main endeavor of each man has been the acquisition of knowledge. Tomorrow the chief pursuit will be pleasure. For four years the class has gathered for its smokers and dinners. Tomorrow it will gather for the last occasion of merriment, the last festival and carnival of jollity, during the days of undergraduate enrolment in the University. Let 1916 rally to the support of the cause; let 1916 gather en masse in the wee small hours of the morning; let 1916, to a man, don the habiliments of the picnicker and swell the throng which will descend upon the land of heretofore unknown and untasted joys.