3d L. S. And, aw, Miss C., don't you think, aw, a lecture is a trifle stupid, aw? Let's adjourn for a week.

Miss C. Just as you say, ladies.

CHORUS OF L. S. Aw, yes; let's adjourn.

SCENE III. - The Varsity Crew.

The Boat-house. The Varsity Crew are rowing by; MINNIE and JIM are on the Float.

MINNIE. Aw, the crew are rowing well, aw. I telephoned Sal Hinkley at Yale yesterday, - a silk waist against a case of champagne that we beat, by Jove.

JIM. The thing looks feasible, Min; but you don't want to be too preliminary in these sort of things. I am a little shaky about the crew. I don't like the stroke Jennie Sinews sets : she buckets, and isn't quick enough on the recover. Then, the bow there is terrible, terrible. Sal Biceps will never make a good oar : back's too short; all her strength lies in her arms. As for Billy Pigmy, the coxswain, he'll lose his head when he sees Biddy Cooke's crew alongside of ours at New London. There! look now, how your chum, Fanny Muscle, splashed. Umph! that will never do. They took that bridge well. Now they're gone, Min, let's go up to the Square, and have a game of billiards before dinner.

(The curtain falls, and with it vanishes the picture of what Harvard will be when we get coeducation and its accompaniments.)

F.