Denn sie sitzt in dem fernsten Winkel;

Das Horse-Car ist gar zu gross.

"Ich stand allein auf dem Sidewalk,

Und lookte der Strasse entlang,

In Cambridge, Massachusetts,

Bei Mondesuntergang.

"Da sah ich die Proctors und Muckers

Den Soph und das Freshmanlein,

Und dachte, When there's such a confounded

crowd wants to get on board,

Das Horse-Car ist gar zu klein."

This, too, awakened thunders of applause, the metre being especially commended. A sweet little waif called "A HARD CASE," was then read and accepted. I slept during the greater part of the next piece, which was entitled "A TALE OF THE ALEUTIANS," by the author of "WHAT I KNOW ABOUT ELOPING," but was roused by the voice of the chief demon, saying, "Awake, fellow exhibitors, awake, and let us listen to the Mendacities of the Hebdomad!!" With hungry eyes they gathered round him and listened: -

"It is not true that the board at Memorial is any better than it ought to be.

"George Washington is dead.

"The Yale Faculty have consented to allow their crew to go to New London." (Groans from a man in an inconspicuous corner, whom I had heard referred to as the Exchange Exhibitor.) "There," said the chairman, "I flatter myself those are pretty good." Then, taking out his ruler, he continued after a pause, "I regret to say that we are still nine feet and three inches short. I will write the nine feet if some one will take the rest." After some discussion it was voted to be stow the rest upon the Exchange Exhibitor, who, after a long search, was found at the bottom of one of the empty cigarette baskets. After reversing the beer kegs to obtain the remaining nectar, the meeting adjourned, and the writer fled to escape the departing exhibitors.