Last Thursday afternoon I started out to Holmes field expecting to play tennis. When I came to look for my net in the Society building, where I generally leave it, I found that it was gone. I looked vainly over all parts of the building in the hope that some one might have carelessly moved it from its place. It could not be found in the building, and I was about to leave when I cast my eyes through the north window, and, strange to say, there I saw my net stretched across another man's court. At first I concluded that the "borrowers" must be some innocent freshmen, who doubtless supposed that the nets were public property, furnished by the college authorities for the general use of the students; but, to my surprise, they were seniors, and men who certainly knew that the net was private property, and who were perfectly able to purchase one themselves.
Luckily I had succeeded in getting another net, with which I went to my court, where I found the ground stuck full of small sticks which somebody else had driven into he ground, in a convenient place for tripping over them, to hold up their net. In the future I hope that whoever is at a loss for a net or a court will take somebody else's and leave mine alone.