"IT SHALL BLOSSOM LIKE A ROSE."

If any further proof of the presence of spring were needed, the horticultural activities in the Yard furnish it. The superannuated gentry who appear from nowhere each spring and with withered hands minister to sadly bedraggled borders, are with us once again. Not content with knocking off our hats as we pass, by the vigorous sweeps of their rake handles or with flinging grass seed inadvertently upon our newest outing garments, these ancient toilers have this year, conceived the notion of erecting formidable wire entanglements about arbitrary to man's lands, and thus sheltered they enjoy ham sandwich "spreads" during the noon hour in perfect travesty of Class Day.

Such usurpation, however, lasts but a short month. Until then let the inhabitants of the sacred Yard beware lest returning late from revelry they sway from the straight and narrow path, and becoming ensnared in the wire, fall with great force into a seedbed.