12 THE ACORN Prof. Buggs, Jr.: I would that I dared write "dearest" but not yet not yet. I despatch these few lines, in answer to your last thrice welcome letter. It warms my very soul to have you say that even a line from me lightens your labors in the Zoo. I must retire to my couch now, as I am full weary of the day, which seems so long, and am anxious for the night, which, bringing sweet dreams of thee, passes all too soon. Goodnight, and again goodnight. Miss H. To G. B. My Ownest Own: Amid the din and clatter of this mimic business mart, my fond thoughts turn to thee, andmethinks I catch glimpses of thy fair face as you last looked at me. Were it not for such gleams of sunshine, my life's ledger would have all entries on the debit side and nothing in the credit column. 'Tis true that I am handsome, but oh! believe me dearest, I see no use in being handsome, unless you think me so. I must hasten now to expound the dry text of the law to certain little girls, but my thoughts are with you continually. Ever and ever thine. D. R. S. Oh! Isaac, far away in Zion town, With merry laugh and eye of brown, Words' utmost eloquence would fail My ever faithful love to prove. Then let, oh! let this emblem tell My constancy in love. Althea. When I am playing basket ball, And rushing round and round the hall, I wish that I were not so lean If you would love me more, Aline! L. B. Dear Florence: Every sage brush on the plain Every cone upon the pine, Bids me dearest Florence, To think of you as mine. A. T. THE ACORN 13 To St. Valentine: I am a very little boy, But how my heart does swell with joy When any girl, with smile divine, Answers sweet to wink of mine. I love every girl in school! The big boys say I'm a (goose,) But I adore them just the same St. Valentine, Dan Cupid, is to blame. Vernon S. Dearest Heart: I miss you more than tongue can tell! ! Only my heart can speak the sorrow, the undescribable pain it experiences when it arouses itself to the horrifying fact that you! you! ! its very life, yes you, my life, taken from it. When shall we be able to again enjoy the "primary law of association?" Tell me, tell me, do not keep my heart in anxious suspense. I fear me, I am not long for this (class). My mind is a blank now and no longer (ahem! !) shall I be able to lead the Zoo class. Adieu beloved, adieu, if you have any answer for this, give it me, and brighten what spark still remains in the bosom of your Love. When stars shine bright at noon day, And bugs have ceased to grow, Ah, then I'll be In love you see With some one, don't you know! J. G. L. Dear Jennie: When hills and lakes shall part us, And you no more I see, My little heart will bustikate If you don't think of me. A. B. The snow so pure, the sky so blue, Are not so lovely dear as you, And will'st thou tell me, Josie fine, When you'll be my one sweet valentine? Rub a dub dub!