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University -Reporter. 3(5 A WORD FROM THE “WANDERERS.’ Dear Reporter— “The Wanderers” are the poets, The poets of renown, Who write up all the dots To edify the town. Last week we told of serenades, Such shams to us they seemed; This week we tell of serenades, Beyond a poet’s dream. We only wish our friends to know, How much w e do enjoy That music, which, so soft and low, Delights, but don’t annoy. No jarring notes we hear at all To mar the pleasantness— We gladly listen to each song And do our joy confess. The holidays are almost here, Some to our homes will go, The town girls have invited some To stay a day or so, Misses Smith and Hollis will remain With Miss May Hull a season, Miss Mamie Calloway will stay With the Hodcons for some reason. The Misses Bradways, too, will visit The Mortous whom they know. Miss Welch, our Carolina girl, To her aunt’s, Mrs. Welch, will go. And others will be entertained, By one whom none can rob, For will they not be honored guests Of the dear “ Miss Lucy Cobb.” We cannot close without a word, About your class tree planting, The exercises all were good, Especially the chanting; Thanks, one and all. Reporter, true, For courtesies thus shown, We hope we can return them saon; Perhaps, next Friday morn.