Eighty or thereabouts years ago when I was a Yale undergraduate (that was before the days of Harkness, when Chapel Street was but a winding lane, and gin was in its infancy (I dearly loved a good snipe hunt. With a small group of friends (the Heffeifinger boys, and, now and then, Fannie Ward) I would while away the long Connecticut afternoons, ever intent on the elusive snipe. Garbed in sundry clothing and an umbrella slickers were then a practically unknown territory, we would roam through the bills, little dreaming what the morrow held in store. Which reminds me (just why, I don't know) that a friend of mine was telling me only the other day of a little incident which befell him on an European tour. It seems that there were three men, an Irishman, a Scotchman, and a (pardon) Jew . . .

Elsic Soughvitz of Little Rock, Ark., writes in that she is eligible for membership in the Faery Queen Club. Says Mile, Soughvitz: "It thrilled me through and through and many times I rose from my seat in cheers. When I came to the part where he tells her that he meet leave her forever because after all he has another wife in San Diego I went completely berserk. Mere words cannot describe my enthusiasm. I recommend it heartily to all those desiring a good clean story." It is generally agreed that this makes the little Soughwitz girl an Elk.

I want to take this opportunity to thank an anonymous donor for a hand some bottle of what is labeled Halg and Halg. The mere mention of my having a cold elicited this offer of what the giver assures me is an effective remedy. My cold has long since gone but nevertheless I am very grateful for the antidote. As a matter of fact the bottle is here on the table as I write and occasionally I take a sip, in order that I may establish a sort of personal relation with my generous unknown friend. Whoever you are and wherever you are I should like to see you if ever you come to New Haven; you must come over for dinner. I do not care for stimulants as a rule--indeed I rarely touch them--but this sheems to have hit the spot. My friends tell me I haave all the qualities of a good drinker but then you know the things your friends will tell you @ 3/4 3/4.

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