Kathleen

rs and read them aloud, the Scorpions were all frankly ad

m; but he managed to stammer a few phrases which, thought at the time to be extemporaneous, called forth loud applause; but it was found later that he had jotted them down on the tablecloth during the soup and fish courses. "Fellow Scorpers," he said, "I mean you chaps, look here, I'm not much at this dispatch-box business, but-hem-I want to say that I regard Kathleen with feelings of iridescent emotion. I feel sure that she is a pronounced brunette

n ladies dining with a Chautauqua lecturer in the Clarendon's main

s secret investigations into the number of members of the university who bore that name. He claimed to have tabulated from the university almanac 256 men so christened, and offered to go into the life history of any or all of them. He said that he was happy to say that the only Joseph who seemed at all likely to be a poet was a scrubby little man at Teddy Hall, who wore spectacles and a ragged exhi

the purpose of picketing Bancroft Road and finding out what Kathleen was really like. And then, after singing "langers and godders" (A