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HEN our predecessor at this table tossed us his old mantle and started on a double-quick step for the door, he was heard to emit a great sigh of relief. We were extremely troubled in spirit thereat but, notwithstanding, forbore asking any questions at the time. But really now, wherefore that sigh of relief? Why should he be so anxious to create a distance between himself and his old sanctum? Are the duties of the ex-man so awfully arduous? Do they require an inexhaustable amount of brain furnishings and patience? If so, then "de Lawd he'p" the present incumbent. Of course we make this ejaculation in a spirit of deepest humility. We are aware that oftentimes word-wars are waged with a will and figurative mud-slinging is not an infrequent variation; in fact that the exchange columns of college journals now and then wax exceedingly splenetic. These and like considerations superinduced a positive feeling of timidity upon our naturally modest disposition, and we took up the time-honored ex. pen with positively trembling fingers. However, realizing that "somethin' must be did putty quick" or our usually benign “devil” would be raising his satanic self around our sanctum inconsiderately roaring for copy, we pulled off our coat and pi tched in. Now, then, that we are started we bid you all a most hearty welcome back and congratulate you upon your survival of vacation's temptations. We have reserved seats for all and will do our endeavors to make things as pleasant as possible--this for mutual delectation and benefit. So then, procedamus. 兴

OT the least bit of goodness about the Notre Dame Schol

week are not more constant. It always, moreover, contains reading matter that is entertaining. For a "weekly" it may deservedly rank high in college journalism.

SAINT

K

AINT Mary's Chimes ring out again with undiminished sweetness. The young ladies of St. Mary's are happy in the variety of prose and poetry to which they treat their readers in the October number of the Chimes. The undergraduating class in particular seems to number many budding Sapphos and we confidently look forward to a stealy flow of pearly thought and sentimental gems from their versatile pens during the year. The articles on "Cariolanus" and "Technique in Literature" well repay the reading. Keep up to the pace set in your October number, girls, and you will have reason to feel proud of your journal's standing when June comes 'round again.

K

IF THERE be any reading between the lines of D. K's letter to Kipling in the Holy Cross Purple for October, we would interpret it to be: You have done some positively good writing in your life, Mr. Kipling, and you have, too, occasionally, wasted much time in really blatthering trash; but while we say transeat to your trash and applaud you for the good, we beg of you to tread somewhat cautiously in the future lest you stub your toe and make some inconsiderately rude people laugh. If this be a lawful inference, Mr Purple, we are inclined to agree with you. Of course it is fashionable, doncher know, to wax periodically ecstatic over our precocious Rudyard-especially if there be an audience; but there are times, too, when to our manner of thinking, were he to souse many of his expressions in the wash-tub before hanging them out to public scrutiny, he would be known as well and remembered as long. However, far be it from us, poor struggl ing scribblers that we are, to address the star-rambling

"Rudy." The Purple, as usual contains much excellent matter, the "Symposium on Poetry" deserving special mention. We are glad to see, too, that though Holy Cross ranks among the first in college athletics, the Purple reminds its students that their duty lies first and foremost with their books.

"SHIP

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HIP ahoy! lay to thar! hither cometh sum'mat!" sings out our "devil" from the topmost window of our sanctum, where he has been perched scanning the horizon with a broken elbow of gas-pipe for late arrivals. In the meantime— while the "devil" has been clambering down from his perch— there comes clattering up to our gate, bespattered with mud and beflecked with fom a solitary horseman-no, by the shade of Quixote 'tis a woman! She leaps from her steed, strikes a pose and: "En Ego! Mt. St. Mary's Record!" All right, dear madam, in you go, but thank your tardiness for a scanty reception. Sorry, girls, but our imperious "devil" declares that not another line can find place. So, au revoir for the present.

Personals.

We congratulate Rev. James Mooney on his promotion to the pastorate at Olean, N. Y.

Mr. Thomas Brown and wife, of Binghamton, accompanied by Miss Nellie Kane of the same place, called on Mr. George Brown, recently.

Rev. P. J. Donnelly, of Hudson, formerly of Little Falls, N. Y., and Fr. Babenheim, of Buffalo, spent a few pleasant hours at the University during the past week.

We sympathize with Mr. Wm. Churchill of the Phil035phical department who was called home on the 4th inst. to attend the obsequies of his grandmother.

Our Very Rev. President preached the dedication sermon at St. Vincent's Orphan Asylum, Buffalo, last Sunday. The city papers made special mention of the reverend gentleman's usual eloquence.

Mr. John S. Reardon, Democratic candidate for County Treasurer, made a pleasant visit to our sanctum on the 7th nst. Mr. Reardon is a prominent citizen of Niagara Falls and is chairman of the Board of Supervisors.

Mr. William O'Gorman, '93, is the Democratic candidate for School Commissioner in the Second District of Niagara County. Mr. Gorman while attending the University was a general favorite among the boys, and his old friends join in wishing him success in his political career.

Owing to an unpardonable oversight we omitted mentioning in our last issue the whereabouts of another former editor, Mr. James Bray. He is pursuing his Theological studies in St. Bernard's Seminary, Rochester. Mr. Bray was a most energetic editor and versatile writer and his departure will be greatly felt.

Reviews, Notices, etc.

Through the courtesy of Byron H. Daggett, M.D., we are in receipt of a copy of the Souvenir" issued to commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of the Sisters of Charity Hospital, Buffalo, N. Y. The booklet is so artistic from beginning to end that it has been awarded a place in the University library among our "editions de luxe." Dr. Daggett the editor is as gifted with the stylus as with the scalpel, and "everybody" knows what cures have been affected by him in his chosen specialty. -G

-Grapes.

-Flossie.

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Index Rerum.

-Who caught the large fish? -"Sure I'd be out of order." -A cute trick-I don't think. -Beware of the grapeman's gun. -It must have improved his looks. -He had that lone tooth extracted. -They gave a dinner of champagne. -A vote of thanks to the fish-cleaners. -Chairs to burn? "Nit! I want mine." -George has fixed the room up brown. -The spirit of cha(i)rity is flourishing. -Chas feels well; it is Indian Summer. -Seventeen priests and two ministers." -The number of Pharisees is increasing. -Why couldn't John be the brides maid? -My! but those wafers were "hot stuff. " -We knew we got that "sleep," anyhow. -Pete invited the guests, but forgot the feast. -"Shutes," buy Charlie an umbrella for two. -Clerical tailor on the Second, patching a specialty. -Nellie and May were shown life behind the scenes. --He was quite dejected over the loss of his "birdie.” -How proud old Dumas must have felt for his presence! -Had it not rained Chas and Mike would have had a lovely time.

-For an all around jolly good fellow, behold the senior Dean.

-'Tis no longer Polly; we are getting aristocratic, it is now Pauline.

-They were the prettiest pair of drowned-ducks ever caugh in a shower.

-Peter has signified his intention of going to a 5 o'clock in the near future.

-A plethora of "the girls" will make the sewing circle an enjoyable feature.

-They say the fish weighed much less after the volunteers removed the scales.

-See "Life of Richelieu," as published by the government printer at Washington.

Our colors were worn by prominent people in a prominent place in honor of me(?)

-Poor John! both room-mate and name-sake are of the contemned pharasaichal brood.

-Who started the boycott on the barber, or is it an emulation of the "gridiron gods?"

-An over-abundance of matter compels us to curtail the Society Reports and personals.

-For those who cannot read our sanctum door sign, we have its meaning pictured thereon.

"Little Mac" waited behind the door with a pitcher in his hand for three "mortal" hours.

-It would be well for some person to open a Rerum Column in a certain Catholic Weekly.

-He is reading the Congressional Record with a view to learning one of Sockless Jerry's speeches.

-If anyone could make our piano talk, it might say, “Let us both take a rest, at least, when others wish to rest.

-The latest; a Rue Chaborol on the Third. This M. Guerin, however, treated his beseigers to a shower bath instead of Greek fire.

"Where, Oh, where, is my rockin' chair gone;
Where, Oh, where, can it be;

Wid its squeakin' and squawkin' and screachin',
ohone,

Oh, bring back my rocker to me."
The Fisherman's Song.

Oh! for a day on river or brook,

On a lake somewhat larger than ours,
For a fifteen-foot pole and a Limerick hook,
And a reel and a line and no showers.
Oh! for a boat that would hold three or four
For an oarsman, a Bill or a Sal,

For enough of good stuff carried out from the shore,
To comfort myself and my pal.

Oh! for a day without rain overhead,

For a breeze that would ripple the water,
For plenty of bait, rather living than dead
And a basket or bag for the slaughter.