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THE CAMPUS MIRROR Things That Must Happen, Dear Freshman things that must happen, dear Freshmen, be fore you gaze upon that old yellow station again : Go to Vespers 36 times. Go to prayermeeting 36 times. Go to the dining room 756 times. Go to “Lab” 72 times. Go to laundry 36 times. Go to school 180 times. Go to the dentist 2 times. Go to the hospital 2 times. Pass in 28 English themes (probably more). Pass in 2 long (1,000) word themes. Walk across campus 10,584 times. Smile at teachers 21,168 times. Walk to West End 720 times. Say “Pm so hungry” 7,560 times. DOG-GONE By BEATRICE HAMMOND Spclman Freshman 1927-28—Now at Hozvard University It was in the midst of the hot August days that the Perry family took their belongings, that is, with one exception, to the beach, more or less to the relief of the neighborhood. The exception was a little white puppy altogether forgotten in Junior’s enthusiasm to ride on the train, get a boat, bathing suit, an inner tube, a pail and shovel, a life guard badge, a ball to float, and countless other things. Mr. and Mrs. Perry had never cherished an extraordinary af fection for doggie, so provisions for the dog were unthought of. The deserted bit of dog flesh resolved to betake himself as far off as possible from the scene of outstanding tragedy, sorrow, loneliness, and tail-pulling memories. He ran the streets day and night with no idea of direction. He mingled with dogs of all classes and pedigrees. He became a roving flea pasture. His meals were from garbage cans, other dogs’ bones, gifts of mercy, and stolen goods. Somehow he even waxed fat. One evening about six o’clock a dirty little dog, if dirty can describe the condition, with one ragged ear, the remnant of his fighting ability, trotted cockily around a large square. There a sight entirely within his approval met him. A group of cool, green, shady trees were scattered all about; a babble of young hap py voices, shrieking in all pitches, fell on his ear. He thought it must be a park, a place to appease his loneliness for human company with lovely trees to rest under and nice fresh grass to roll on. So thus, uninvited but just as satis fied and assured, did our hero enter the gates. His reception was marked. Of course, some shunned the little thing, but enough “Ohs” and “Ahs”—'“Isn’t he cute, bless his lil’ heart,” arose to chase a timid bachelor to the desert. After his rude intrusion on the Kollege | Kampus, for that was what puppy’s park was, Doggie lived a life of glorious ease. He had I to suffer a little, however. He was duly washed, blued, scrubbed, brushed, perfumed, powdered and beribboned. He was getting j along exceedingly well when he became in terested in a peculiar strong scent in the ma tron’s room. This odor, strange to say, turned out to be only some turpentine she was apply ing to her bunion as a massage. The idea of an animal ravaging over her dominion was too much for her constitution; so being a woman who would use the slightest pretext to gain contact with officials she took him to the Dean. Now the dean was an extremely tenderhearted woman and an animal lover. She belonged to several organizations for their benefit, as The Humane Society for Stray-Gray Kittens. After thoroughly agreeing with the matron that the said dog must be abolished, she was able to calm the matron into leaving. The unsuspecting dog sauntered casually over to sit down in front of! her feet, peering expectantly up into the dean’s face. Just as the dean was wondering if the cute little thing would enjoy a life saver, and just as she decided to try one plus a friendly pat, in walked the president. Naturally the dean discarded her series of friendly intentions and they both entered upon a discussion of the great harm of strange dogs, glancing meaningly at our hero. Neither had said what she really thought. Various sponsors of the dog’s beauty, lack of fleas, etc., stood outside the dean’s office in serious groups—wondering if their beloved friend would be expelled. 1 he next day, the day after, and several days to come passed and nothing was heard of Doggie. Evidently the president and dean had reached an understanding; perhaps the dog- catcher was included, too. He, whom they had fussed over, fought and cried over; he for whom they had sought a suitable title in vain, became known as Dog-gone. Some freshman had dubbed him that, following his sudden de parture. The girls worried and hunted for him. Inquiring glances were thrown at the dean and president. Harsh feelings accumu lated ; lax work and a sulkiness toward rules were all breeding. Where had that dog gone? If they had only known that the president and dean had indeed reached an understanding or agreement, it is hard to say which emotion would have predominated—joy or anger. I he eighth day of his mysterious disappear ance, Dog-gone was—hold your breath—dozing in the middle of the president’s bed with his head resting on the dean’s most elaborate silk pillow, hor the last few days he had attained bliss. He had attention undreamed of. His every grunt brought him an audience. And such meals as that dog got! Then one day it was all found out. A stu dent, who by the merest fraction of a chance, was sent to get a book from the president’s sit ting room, encountered Dog-gone lazily chasing his tail. She grabbed the fat pet and flew, completely ignoring her original errand. Then set in canine complications. Finally, the Kampus found it could not exist smoothly without Dog-gone. So the honored pup spent his time between the president and dean and girls. In summer, lie “vacationed" with the president. Thus friendly but under- j standing jealousy prevailed. When Junior returned in September he found ' his badge did not satisfy as his live victim, the dog. This appeared in all the morning papers: “Dog gone from home during two months’ ab- | sence. August-September. White raggy dog of nine months. Answers to Doggie. Reward for return to Mr. Perry, 406 3rd Ave.” Fortunately, or unfortunately, the Kollege never read this. JUNIOR AND FRESHMAN SISTERS By MINNIE EDITH CURETON Two years ago the students in the college realized the need of a stronger feeling of kin ship between the different college classes. To meet this need the idea of sister classes was put into use on our campus. The plan is so arranged that the Junior class is the sister class of each incoming group of freshmen, and each senior class is sister to the sophomore class. At that time the present junior class, the Eagles, was only a group of freshmen. We were safely led through that initial period of college life by the members of the class of 1927. They were then Juniors. Eagerly have the Eagles waited for the time to come when they could serve a young class in the same capacity that that class served them. This year the long coveted privilege of loving, advising with, and sharing with the tender, green buds of college has come to the Eagles. Realiz ing the responsibility that is upon them they have carefully thought out plans which the. two classes will work out together. On the last day of Freshman Week the presi dent of the junior class with the student ad visor, Miss McGhee, helped the freshmen to or ganize their class. First of all they tried to ex plain the interdependence that must exist be tween the four classes and between the mem bers of each class in order that the true college spirit may manifest itself on our campus. Then the meaning of “sister class,” its ideals, and the class color was explained. Because of the present system of rotation of colors, blue, next in order, became the fresh man class color. Then the principal class of ficers were nominated and elected. During all this time the members of this class were “simply freshmen.” They had no other name or symbol to characterize them. Not for long, though, was this group to be “simply freshmen.” After having the class emblem ex plained to them, each person began thinking about some person, place or thing that would ac curately symbolize their latent possibilities. After much consideration it was agreed that there is only one thing that can truly symbolize their ideals. It is the wise old owl. Thus, the freshmen became owls. The Eagles are constantly thinking about and planning ways by which they can be of real service to their young, “verdant” sisters, the Owls. The knowledge and foresight of Owls combined with the strength and endurance of Eagles can mean the realization of only worthy ideals on our campus this school year.