THE Blackheathen gives an account of the athletic sports at Blackheath School, which is very creditable to the boys. The 120 yds. hurdle-race (for boys over 15) was won in 17 sec; and a half-mile race (under 15) in 2 min. 36 sec. A boy under 12 ran 100 yds. in 14 1/2 sec.; and a boy under 11 the same distance in 18 sec. Finally, after a number of races of various sorts, an "Old Boys' Race" of 440 yds., which was won in 55 1/2 sec., concluded the sports.

THE Alfred Student has clipped from the N.Y. Commercial Advertiser an anecdote entitled " Py Shiminy! Ish Dot So?" While we recognize the drollery of this article, we cannot but express our surprise that it should have been selected for publication by an editor who had felt in co-education the " refining influence of woman," and who knew that his paper would fall into the hands of a number of fair classmates.

THE Yale Courant has blossomed out in a most gorgeous, patent, back-action poem, with a button-hole attachment. It is entitled " All on a Summer's Day"; but the caption is delusive, for we find no rhythmic suggestion of the boom-jing-jing. It begins with forty lines of descriptive verse, when suddenly the lovers appear on the scene, and the author abruptly turns from Wordsworth to Dante-Gabriel Rossetti. Having fitted up his paradise, he introduces Eve; and we should infer from the following lines that lilacs, and not fig-leaves, were at present the correct thing:-

"That he told her he loved her, I know very well,

For I saw through the lilacs her proud bosom swell,

And he drew her the nearer, close up to his breast;

There lay mosses and curls like an oriole's nest."

But the end of the poem is so grievously bathetic that we forbear further comment.

"But alas! for my pleasure; the hour was nigh

When her wants. Madame Nature bids man satisfy;

And the dinner-horn's call, ringing clear in my ears,

All poetic thoughts quenched, but replaced them with fears

Lest belated I have not a strawberry-cake.

So I hurried away my long fasting to break."

THE Yale Freshman Nine are working vigorously. They lately beat the Anchor Club of New Haven by the score of 21 to 1. The Courant says that the audience at the Prince-ton game, played at Princeton, seemed to appreciate the talent of the home club only, as their good plays were the only ones applauded. As this was by no means the conduct of the Princeton audience when our Nine visited them, we are inclined to think that the Princetonians, when they are entertaining " Romans, do as the Romans do."