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The Cub on the Prowl By Vito S. Cianci

AY, you! Snap out of that trance and commere!” said the Editor in
a polite tone.

“Yessir,” we answered.

“Tear around the other offices in this building, and find out what
their owners think of the invasion of the Art Students into their quiet
quarters, and lemme have the story to-day. Beat it.” :

j

Taking off our smock and brushing our hair, we dutifully ambled
down to the lower regions in search of opinions. Our first call was at
the office of Lieut.-Col. B. G. Wolfe-Merton, the Secretary of the School
bil Board.
at “Ah, yes, the Art Students. You mean those strikingly on
attractive young ladies one sees fluttering around. What would we do
Hii | without them? They lend a certain amount of colour and—er—life to
it) ii these dull quarters. We are pleased to be pleased with them.”

eH Eagerly expecting another bouquet, we trotted into the next office,
Hh | where Mrs. Beadie and Miss St. John hold forth, second only to the:
- gentleman whose office we had just quitted in controlling the destinies

of the building, and asked our question. .... We then picked ourselves |

up off the floor outside their door and limped into the main office, whence |
we emerged covered with dust, ink and confusion, and, followed by a
ae chorus: i

HH i “And if they want a real opinion, tell them to come down here if
LL | person! Art Students! Bah! More Bahs!”’ q

The patient lady at the switchboard showed an admirable sense of
restraint. a

“1 do wish they wouldn’t stand around here and chatter during
Haat recess! | simply can’t hear a word that’s said through the phones!”

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| at Across the hall we went, to the office of Mr. J. S. Gordon, Municipal
| Inspector of Schools.

ai He was very busy, but found time to beam at us when we asked oul
question, and express entire approval of the School and the Students.
Especially the Students. Mindful of our former experience, we were very