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THE SER) THE CRAVEN Once upon a midnight dreaty, while I pondered weak and weari. Over many quaint and curious lessons four months past and more, While I pondered, sadly lacking, sud denly there came a racking As of something gently hacking, hack ing 'pon my'brain so sore. "'Tis sonic fantasy," I ventured, "racking at my brain so sore If not that, then nothing more." May I ever, ever bury thots of that bleak February When each sep'rate blurring letter blurred within my brain e'en more. Tremblingly I feared the morrow ; sadly I had sought to borrow From my brain excess of sorrow sorrow for the time-and more For the rare and excellent talent which had I had long before Vanished now forevermore. And the certain sad unsilken wording of each doleful bilk an Extant-poignant, piercing throb into my brain thrust once again; So that now to still the aching of my mind, I sat refuting "'Tis sonic fantasy impressing im prints 'pon my brain so poor; Some rash fantasy impressiqg im prints 'pon my brain so poor; This it is and nothing more." Presently my mind grew stronger; sorely aching then no longer. "Ogre," said I, "monster truly, your fantasms yet demur, But the fact is, I was lacking, 'fore so gently you came racking; Then so harshly came the wearing, tearing in my brain on whir That I scare knew what to call you." Disappeared then all the blur. Blankness only did occur. A Ballard of Forgotten Booze. We have read all about the knights of old That fought for their ladies fair, And many a monkish chronicler's told Us the color of Guinevere's hair. Now, this is the question I'm mostly concerned in; And it cannot be answered, I think; Not what kind of marble these knights are enurned in, But wvhat kind of rye did they drink? How many todd(ies could Lancelot hold, WtAithout getting up in his chair And lifting on'.high a bottle of cold Fizz, buff a knight on the ear ? I've said before, i'm not vastly con cerned in ,The man that from fear would not sharink, rOUS SIDE Toward the door then slowly turhing, all my brain within a burning, Soon again I heard a racking, some what louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is some thing now demanding entrance; Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore. Let my brain be cool a moment and this mystery explore. 'Tis a spell and nothing more." Slowly then I call admission, when there stepped into my vision Proudly stepped a stately Zero of those horrid days of yore. Not the least excuses made he for in truding 'pon my revel, But, with mien of fiend or devil, perched above my chamber door; Perched upon a "bust" of Exams, just above my chamber door; Perched and sat nnd nothing more. "Zero," said I, "thing of evil, prophet now, if fiend or devil, Whether Teacher sent or whether student tossed thee here ashore, Gory, bloody, look you fearful, for the flunks you bring so cheerful, To my brain by horror haunted, in formation I implore. Is there-is there chance on Exams? -tell me-tell me, I implore." Quoth the Zero, "Flunk! No more." And the Zero, never fleeing, still is seeing, still is seeing On the horrid "bust" of Exams just above my chamber door; And his form has all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor, And my "dip" from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted-nevermore. W. S. B. But what time in the morning the Round Table turned in, And what kind of rye did they drink? I've bought musty 'parchments for their weight in gold, Pre-renaissance manuscripts rare I have searched through old vellums and rolls that wvere scrolled In some prehistoric year And tho' I've learned much, this much I'm not learned in, in what social club did( they slink, H-owv tight they did get, wvhose room they adjourned in And wvhat kind of rye did they drink? Prince, this question may be spurned in Some solemn councils where no glasses clink, But of the ancient knights r'm mostly .concerned in What kind of rye (lid they drink? The Senator and Simon Reco'nciled. It was dinner time and the "sharks" had leisurely swam away in search of their meal. Consequently, the Sena tor's was deserted. Leaving his emporium in charge of the ebony "Bubber," the worthy Sen ator walked across the street to the lamp po0', against which leaned Si mon, hjs commercial rival, who wore his accustomed long, black overcoat, sans collar, sans coat, and sans vest. "Mornin'," ventured the Senator. "Mornin'," replied Simon, stolidly. "How is bes'nes?" asked the Sena tor. "Pore," grunted - Simon, with his eye on a negro boy, who passed sus piciously near his fruit stand. "Simon," said the Senator, some what abashed by the non-committance of the other, "you think I tella de cop 'bout you sell dat dope las' Sunday. Hal, man, I don't tell on you I You sell, if you want sell. I don't sell 'cause I doan't want sell. Hal, what I tell de cop for?" "De cop say you tella ona me," per sisted Simon. "De cop say you tella ona me," af firmed the Senator, triumphantly. "I tella ona you," owned up the unblushing Simon. "Why you tella ona me?" "You telfa 'ona me." "Den I tella ona you, and you tella ona me, now we tella no mo'. We even," said Senator. Simon nodded a complacent assent. %"THE GA PR) The Gamecock S FIVE DOLLA For The Best Ski Colleg R EGUL FIE Each competitor may sul SEC( The Gamecock reserves the sketches submitted eithe is over. THI No member of the pres allowed to compete. FOU: This ontest closes on A1 "You tella yo' wife come see my wife." Simon nodded again, and the Sen ator wandered back to the Senate Chamber in such high good humor that he only threw one 4ue balt at the industrious "Bubber," whom he found -Aumbering peacefully on the pLanut parcher with a plugged orange clasped tightly in both his black hands. "Dilly" May Be Doomed. It is rumored that a trial of much interest will take place in East Le gare the latter part of this week with Judge Massey, of Taxahaw, on the bench. The plaintiff is "Dumb" Graydon, and the defendant "Di. Dilly," of Newark. The plaintiff accuses the defendant of being the cause of the the erectness of his hair. "Dr. Dilly" has retained the Hon. John Shakes beer Hoey as his attorney. "Dumb" Graydon will act as his own counsel in prosecuting the case. The Hon. Hoey today said that the defendant would plead for change of venue, for, since it is universally known that Dilly is a mighty man, he realizes that his client would stand small chance of not being doomed to return to Newark. "Dumb" Graydon, when seen to lay, was still busy with his post examination celebration and could make no statement. MECOCK" [ZE taff Offers a Prize RS IN GOLD etch Pertaining to e Life A4TIONS ST: >miut any number of sketches. )ND: the right to publish any of r before o'r after the contest RD: ent Gamecock staff will be RTH: ril the nineteenth.