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THE OTTAWA CAMPUS. 97 describe the agonies of indecision in choosing a subject, for they are far beyond the power of description. Your subject selected, you wait many months for inspiration that never comes. But you are admonished by the rapid approach of commencement that there can be no more inaction; the oration must be written. At last the 'proverb is perspiration, flashes upon your mind, and you begin work.

Consignment after consign-' mentof inspirations, in regular wash-outs, chase one another like young foxes in their play, but your pen remains idle and your paper a blank; during the first hour you are in great distress and you fear you will die; but during the second hour you are in greater distress than during the firsthand you begin to fear that you will not die. The earth is gay with laughing sunshine; the exquisite melody of the feathered song sters is wafted to your ear; on every hillside and in every valley Eden's flowers bloom, but to the unhappy Senior sitting with his forehead resting in a sling suspended from a hook in the ceiling, an inverted lead pencil in one hand and a huge bottle of liniment in the other to him earth and transitory; things never seemed so uninviting and utterly worthless. At last the vexatious piece of 'workmanship is completed, labeled "The Philosophy of Human Inequality," and with much fear and trembling it is handed over to the foreman of the oration factory. On its return you find that you have really written an oration of mark there being a blue pencil mark drawn through every word of it, from beginning to end. The oration is painfully re-written an incredible number of times.

After it has been returned for the twenty-third time, the eye is gladdened to behold the words, "all right," written at the top. "All right" in blue pencil marks what an urispeakablj' delightful sight to behold! The grandest of Swiss scenery is altogether tame in comparison. But these things are as they should be. Without struggles there are no victories. "The way is made by force" is the motto of our Alma Mater.

We now place this hat in 1 your care, reminding you that for four successive years it has been the heritage of the Senior class. It is cherished for the fond memories and hallowed traditions that cluster about it. When the time comes for you to depart, tenderly place it under the protecting care of your successors, and may it witness naught but radiant hopes and deathless sunshine for the Seniors, is the wish of the class of 9 1 CLASS ODE OF '91 J. W. PARKER.

Dear Classmates, we have traveled together Through college scenes which we revere; The bitter, the sweet, have we experienced; Picturesque and varied was our career. We have failed to get our lessons, We have flunked as none ere flunked before; We've instilled patience into our professors, For which they ought to be thankful, evermore. We've studied Boscovich's definition, Of conic sections, planes and of curves; Mechanics, surveying and calculus, From none of these did we swerve. We have burned the noble calculus, Though we've burned not the midnight oil; We have feasted and we've reveled, Be it to our credit, we're innocent of toil. The philosophies have we investigated, Of Kant, Descartes and Leibnitz, too;.