was filled with tired or active or irritated brothers doing what they could to carry out the elaborate plan for internal decoration of the room (infernal decoration one of the fellows said it might more appropriately be called) which had been prepared by one of the artistically inclined brothers. The windows, some of which opened upon a blank dormitory wall, were to be filled with elaborately designed panels in black and white of tall cypress trees behind which a brilliant full moon was rising. There was a dado of black and white about the walls, there was a huge screen of black and white to conceal the gallery, and huge lanterns hung from the ceiling and great lamps stood on the floor all designed to represent the shadowy grove of cypress trees and the brilliant full moon rising behind them. Of course any one not a novice knows very well that to get these much desired effects requires a considerable amount of wielding of the hammer and the saw and the paint brush, and running of electric wires and chewing of the rag, and consequent weariness of the flesh. When I arrived they were just at the stage where everything is confusion and nothing seems to be coming out right. The whole lot seemed exhausted and disgusted, and I am sure if at that moment a vote could have been taken on the advisability of giving a house party, there would have been no voice to
