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April 16th: Did some kalsomining for my landlady to-day. She
asked me if I knew how to tar a roof. I think I’ll go home.

April 17th: Found the Art School! It’s the building with the guns
at the door. Went inside. Saw some students and asked them what
the doctor’s office was for. They said that any student who com-
plained about the deficiencies of the building was sent there to have
4 tooth pulled as a punishment. I told them I didn’t like being
hurt, but they told me not to worry, as new students only had their
legs pulled. I ventured to ask them what the guns were for, and
they told me to come back in twenty years and maybe they'd know
then. I bade them good-day and went back to my room. I have
packed my grip, not forgetting my paint brush and the baking-

wder tin that I mix my paint in, and my flowing red tie .

and I will get my hair cut on the way to the depot.
ANONYMOUS.

A LESSON

RE thou goest, gently lay
Every little thing away,
Or on the morrow thou mays't find
Thy brushes have gone to another clime.

Thy pencils and paints and all thou ownest
May have found an owner that’s not so honest.
So please, mine friends, oh, do beware,

And know that thou must of thy things take care.
Riv.

SPRING MELODY

Se well might ask the singing birds
To set their music to my rhymes
As me to put my thoughts in words,
In verses, and well-ordered lines—
When all my senses are astir

With incoherent ecstasies. ‘
The scent of earth, the budding trees,
The rustling sound of wings awhir,
The blueness of the sky, that drowns
The melody of greening grass,

The wistful breezes that will pass
With little, lazy, lisping sounds.

As well might ask the wind to tune
Its harpstrings when the echoes sing.
You will make order just as soon

In the sweet chaos of the spring.

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