Of our pleasant college-town;

Looking in the windows,

Where the curtains are n't pulled down,

Seeing pretty pictures

Of the life and love they frame;

May be happiness is

Something more than just a name

Sipping champagne foaming

From a crystal beaker high;

Kissing lightly red lips,

Tempting, smiling, and so nigh;

Lots of lovely waltzers,

Never twice the same;

Surely happiness is

Something more than just a name.

W. F. K.WE agree with Dogberry that "comparisons are oderous," but it seems to us that the last number of the Acta was by far the brightest of any of the Exchanges we have received thus far. We have been in a state of perpetual smile ever since we read the adventures of the Acta representative at Vassar.

THE Yale Courant was up to its usual standard of excellence. It devotes a page to base-ball matters, and about a column to a very sensible article urging undergraduates to write more for the college papers, and to pay more attention to literary work in general.