The Weber Literary Journal that offense," she blurted, almost on the verge of tears at his severity. Again those eyes of cold steel seemed to probe her very consciousness in search of her secret. He sat looking at her thus for fully a minute; a minute that dragged like centuries to poor "Jack," then said, "You may go." That night Miss Bybee chuckled as she contemplated the outcome of her clever plan. As she had supposed "Jack" was the center of attraction next morning. Her's was the position of a worship heroine, but apparently she didn't appreciate it and the boys, that night, to save her further humiliation, confessed, went through the formality of being suspended and being reinstated. Everything went on smoothly. "I certainly will not go back to the University again," said "Jack" to Ilah, three years later. "Mr. Higgs' gross insult is not forgotten. To think that he should suspect me. Anyone with common sense could have seen that there were no girls. Girls don't make cocoa in a frying pan or serve it with a dipper." "Jack" was interrupted by a call from Mrs. Joyce the landlady who said there were visitors for her in the sun parlor. "Jack's" surprise can probably be imagined when she saw Miss Bybee sitting there. She was not the Miss Bybee of the University of three years ago, but over her lay the exquisite bloom of belated love realized. After the greetings were over, Miss Bybee explained, "I suppose you have not heard of my marriage. I, not being 'a creature of habit,' have done the most surprising thing of all. I have become Lon's wife; I have come to apologize about something that happened three years ago while we were at the University The 'crap-shooting parlor specialists' gave Lon a farewell party that fateful Sunday evening. He told me about it later. I told him what a childish and foolish trick it was for a man of his standing, but I could not be small enough to tattle to the faculty so I figured that those boys, through their chivalry, would confess to save you from expulsion, and, as you see, we are all a bit older and wiser." With these words Miss Bybee handed "Jack" a written apology from President Higgs, explaining that the accusation The Weber Literary Journal against her was merely a "frame up" to bring in the confession of the guilty. "Jack," like the "creature of habit" she was, flew up, and between flip-flops of ecstacy they prepared their plans to go back to the University to finish and obtain their degrees. A Plain Thanksgiving Prayer Beatrice Brown I thank you for all the fun I have had throughout the year; I thank you for the gleaming sun And summer's best of cheer. And oh! the plump and juicy fruit, Apples red and purple grapes; For the vine and tree and root And watermelons of all shapes. Thanks for every jolly game I have played in field and wood; Thanks for the lovely flowers that came, Blooming where snow drifts stood. I like the frosty winter days, Beautiful with ice and snow; Merry rides in jingling sleighs, Coasting, skating to and fro. Oh, so many things we need, For your kindness and I say, "Thank you very much indeed For the good Thanksgiving day!" 19