Mr. Snod would have the nice initiation I went through.

And now I 've told you all I can about the little spree

That broke up the society of Anna X. and me.

This was recognized at once as a gross plagiarism upon a dainty poem of the Advocate. Mr. H. was visited with scorn, and replied by throwing about the spoons. At this critical state of affairs Mr. Walt Wh-tm-n emerged from under the table, and delivered the following

ODE TO THE CRIMSON.O great, incomparable, and never-to-be-surpassed Crimson !

What have you done ? What have you not done ? What will you do ?

You are a microcosm of the universe.

Essays, Satires, Editorials, Brevities, Jokes, Poems, Verses, Love-Stories, Tales, Critiques, Book Notices, Articles, Sentences, Words, swarm upon your pages.

You are read by Seniors, Juniors, Sophomores, Freshmen, Law-Pills, Janitors, Goodies, Pocos, Ladies of the Library, Car-Conductors, the Bursar, Jones, Waitt, Billy, the Faculty, the Corporation, the President, John, every one but proctors.

Crimson, I love you, and you love me. We love each other.

Hooray !

Likewise, Bravo ! and I might add, Hoop-la!

You are the Register of college news, the Advocate of plank walks, the Echo of every noble College sentiment!

The effect of this production was overwhelming, until some one pointed out that Mr. W. had crowded puffs of the Crimson's three rivals into the last lines. He was prevailed upon to return under the table, and the business proceeded with a song by Mr. Edmund Clarence St-dm-n.