TO TIGER TOWN

The day dawns upon a lonely Yard. For John has gone a-calling. Where tall and Gothic towers rise collegiate toward the skies John will be found in sportive frolic with a funny old striped beast. Both John and the Tiger are fond of the game. Sometimes one has shown himself more apt, sometimes the other. But quite aside from the zest of battle, the pleasure of the meeting has perpetuated the annual interchange of courtesies through all these years. And so of course the day dawns upon a lonely Yard. For John has gone a-calling.