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THE Acta has published several papers on "Intercollegiate Slang," which are the most interesting contributions that we have seen in a college paper for some time. They will be finished next week, when we hope to speak of them at greater length.

THE Yale Lit. is good, as it nearly always is, and has some unusually good verse; but the Nassau Lit. is the best of the monthlies, with an excellent article on Goldsmith, a well-written, though rather sensational story, a very good critical article on Shakspere's two methods of suggesting time, as shown in Othello, and several short pieces on different subjects. The editors think we ought to have some new college songs, in which desire every one will agree with them who has the misfortune to room next to a Freshman who thinks "Naughty Clara" is the latest thing.

THERE is a sad state of things at Bowdoin. The Orient says: "It is known to the students, and probably to the Faculty, that during Sophomore year not one-tenth of the lessons are prepared without use of the "horse."

THE Niagara Index finds it necessary to tell the students of the "Seminary of Our Lady of Angels" that "pony" is the "classical term for a translation." This interesting paper also takes all the Crimson's "Advice to Freshmen" quite seriously, and walls over the wickedness of what it calls a "feigned catarrhal certificate."

To judge from the following extract, the Latin of the Round Table needs considerable attention: "He has an excellent name in his community, and what Beloit alumni has not?"

Full many a Fresh with greatest cheek e'er seen The class of '83 within its depths doth bear, Full many a dollar have they, bright and pure and clean, Which neither the Ball Club nor the Boat Club nor the Junior Prom. Com. nor the Courant nor the Record nor the Lit. nor the News nor anything under heaven yet discovered, can from their pockets tear. - Courant.


You ask me, love, how many times

I think of you a day;

I frankly answer, only once,

And mean just what I say.

You seem perplexed and somewhat hurt,

But wait and hear the rhyme;

Pray how can one do more than once

What one does all the time?

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