PLAYING MARBLES

It's your shot! We're playing marbles. Do you know how to play this boyhood game? We'll remind you of a few of the rules. In playing marbles the first requisite is to have a "shooter." Most boys have preferences as to color, size, composition, weight, and smoothness. You must choose for yourself.

Now, then, we draw a circle or an oval about a foot across. It doesn't matter very much as to the exact size. Each player puts a marble into the ring. Then the players stand a short distance away, at "base," and try to hit the marbles in the ring. The first time you try you may not even hit inside the ring. Practice makes efficiency in playing the game.

When we come to college we are supposed to put away childish things. However, we can derive lessons from even such childish games as marbles. Playing the game of life is similar to playing marbles. Each player must choose the "shooter" which he will use. He must use his judgment as to the kind that will be best adapted to him, that will give the best results.

The marbles correspond to the aims and the

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ideals of life. They are in the ring, and they can be won by the player who can shoot accurately. Some persons win many marbles in the game of life; others finish with one or two, while some never obtain any, though they play hard. Many become discouraged after they miss several times, and they quit trying hard. Others see their friends winning and declare that the game is one of chance. They may explain that a person must be a born marble player to win. The marbles may be hit but not knocked out of the ring. So in life we may touch or scratch the surface of those things for which we strive without getting far enough ahead to gain a victory.

Just one other point, there are rules in the game of marbles and in the game of life. In marbles “hunching" is not allowed. Various restrictions are placed on the game by the consent of the players in order that the game may be fair to all. Various players in this other game have rules that are observed. Violations

are not permitted, by common consent. who try to "hunch" are punished.

Those

REAL COLLEGE SPIRIT

There is a lot said and imagined about this particular member of the spirit tribe. It is hard to define. Here are a few things that do not make college spirit:

Giving the college yells at every opportunity. They are all right in their place.

Wearing the college colors. Striking neckties accomplish the same object many times. Talking about the college. Easy to talk and hard to do.

Bluffing the professors. It is usually onesided, the professor being on the right side.

Attending all the amusements connected with university life. Many times this does not signify college spirit, but merely a desire to be popular.

Here are a few of the things that really do make college spirit of the genuine type:

Genuine work, in the classrooms and the laboratories.

Due respect for the professors and men under whom you work.

Honest work in student activities. A real

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method of showing possession of the right spirit. Financial support of athletics, the newspaper, and other things that are dependent upon such support for their prosperity.

Manly deportment at all times.

Social service to one's fellow-students.

FALLING IN LOVE

(CONFIDENTIAL)

Eddie never fell in love

according to his own statement. He admits having fallen from the top of a barn several years before he came to work in the mechanical department of this office. He even tells of other precipitations hardly less dangerous than barn-falling, but he declares that he never fell in love.

You have much to learn, Eddie. Would that we, like you, had never fallen into that condition which you so cleverly describe as the "bottomless pit." And yet we would not have missed the joy, the indescribable sensation of falling into love! We will tell you about it, friend Eddie.

We were in the first year of high school. We were so alphabetically fortunate that we sat directly in front of the girl. Since she will probably never read this, we will whisper through the keys of our typewriter that her name was Rose. A pretty girl, a little girl, with brown eyes and an attractive nose, was Rose. Her hair was dark brown, and her smile was charm