The Gavelyte, May 1908

CEDARVILLE COLLEGE. 87 to close with a short poem from Riley. It is all true, as any bachelor, or even I will tell you. "Cl a (•orpulent man i;; my bachelor chum, \\'ith a ne('k apoplectic and thit-k, Auel an abdomen on him hig as a drum, .\ 11<1 a fi,st hig e nough for the stick; \\'ith a ,1 .Llk that for grnce i,; C'le11,r out of the l'tl;.;P • .\ ncl n \nthhte nn(·Prtain-a;; though Hb littl P bow legs lrnd forgotten the pace 'J'lrnt in )Tontl1 u,;ed to favor him so. Ht• 1s fo1•ty, :tt least, and the top of his head [,; 11 halct and a glittering thing; .\ 11d hi;; no,;e n 1\rl his two chubby cheeks are as l'Ec'd A;; three rival ro ·e,; in the ,;pring. Hi,; month i,s a grin with the corne-i·s tuckerl in .\ :1<1 11i,- 1 •• 11~,1 1.~ ,;o hree~y and bright That ir ripples hi~ f'eittures and dimple,; his (·ilin \\'ith ,. billowy look of delight. He is fond of declaring Ii<> don't ca1·e a Rtrnw 'rhat ' ' th0 ills of ,11, haC'l1elor's lifr Are hlisse::; c·ompared with ,1, north0rn ln.w, And a boarding school miss for a wifP; So he smoke;;, ,incl he dl'inks, 11nd he jol,Ps ttncl he wines, And h<' dines, n.ncl he wi1ws 1ill 1iio11e, \\'ith ,1, thumb f'V<'I' retUly to ,;nap 11.s he tl1inks Of the cornfol'ts he 1wver ha;; know11 . But up in)1is de11 (Oh, my bachelor chum!) I have sat with him there in Lhe gloom, When the laugh of his lips di<>d nway to be – come But a phantom of ntirth in the room. And to louk on him there you would love him, for all His riaiculuous way~,and be dumb As the girl face that ,;mile!' clown from the wall · .'' ··. • On thE> te1in, of my hachelor ch\1m.•.· . 75"he Days of Old . •J. F. NASH, '08. • ,I' J lu re~µunding to the sentiment "The days of old" the words of the poet come to mind: - Should auld acquainta1,1ce be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be fo1.got And the days of good old times. PictureR of the past often come to many of us., pictures that no h11111an hand can paint or sculptor carve, fo r they are memories of the clays gone bye. I can remember very distinctly the first day I entered these doors. I -felt very much like a stranger in a strange land, and I expect there are some here to-night who have had the same feeling. I knew scarcely any– one then, but as I look back I can recall many faces that are familiar. Those of you to-night who were here then remember those upJ?er class– men, how they pranced around as if they owned the earth. I used to think - .wouldn't it be grand to be a junior or a senior and have nothing to do but stroll'. stroll! -stroll! with your fair one hanging on your arm, or sit on the Ktairs and talk about the weather, or the newest models in Hinds and Nobles latest "autumobiles." Then, thPrl' wPrP Rome things the big hoyR did that used to make me