So-long, High School! Six more weeks! Six more long weeks! And then—vacation! No doubt, that is how the majority of us students regard the remaining term of the school year—as if school thus far has been a series of monotonous, tedious, gloomy, dreary, uneventful, unhappy days!-- as if the vacation held forth joys of every kind with little room for too much leisure with nothing to do! Have your high school days been uneventful and unhappy? Have they been less than what you expected? If such is the case, who is to blame? Surely, not the teachers! We make for ourselves what we have. If our school days have been "dull and dry", they have been so because we made them so. We have been backward and lazy, perhaps bordering on pessimism, looking on the gloomy side of things. On the other hand, if the days have been days that bring pleasant memories, they have been so because we enjoyed them, liked them and lived them! Living! we have been living if our days have been filled with joy and happiness in doing or in studying. Living have we been if our living has made others hap¬py! Living, we have spent days upon which we can dwell again, say¬ing with a tinge of regret, "Give me back the good old days.!" What does vacation hold in store for many of us, especially the seniors? Leisure, good times, no studies, hikes, trips, college prep, and a multitude of other things! But—aren't the seniors going to miss something? Perhaps, the pretty junior lass who sat across the table, or the fellow with the large eyes and freckled nose, or the pink skinned "sissy" called Timothy? Their chums will part. How many will be employed at a good salary and a good, job? How many will go on to college? How many will marry in a year or so? All tie seniors are going to feel something queer on Commencement Day, six weeks hence. They are going forth to meet the world, and to enter life. They'll know then, if not now, what high school means. And we juniors will soon learn. Let's buckle down to study; to enjoy school, to have a good time at high; to live, imbued, even saturated, with the thing called good school spirit! There's only six more weeks, then we're going to scatter--many of us never to return. So now, before we say "So-long, high school," altogether let's . The Editor. Father had company for dinner that night and every thing was going along just fine until his daughter, Lottie, said: "Isn't this meat roast beef, Lad?" Lad: "Yes." Lottie: "I thought you said you were going to bring home an old mutton-head for dinner."