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THE FRANCES SHIMER QUARTERLY


Reminiscences of the Library

One morning a crowd of girls, mostly Caesar students, assembled in the library to spend the first period in "study." Well, I really think they did intend to study, but suddenly something very funny happened which started them laughing and it was with great difficulty that the librarian reduced them to silence. Several similar incidents occurred and the poor librarian was getting very cross when in walked the Dean, calm and seemingly unsuspecting. It was very amusing to see the change made by his presence. Immediately everyone was deeply interested in her lessons. Some were evidently trying to commit something, for they made their lips move nervously; others sat scowling at an algebra problem or some Latin translation, while one or two were writing ferociously with a scratchy pen, all of which gave evidence of hard study.

The relieved librarian smiled in amusement as she took up her book to have a few minutes of undisturbed study. I thought I saw a twinkle in the Dean's eye as he glanced about on his way out of the library, and he must have been proud to see so many unusually ambitious pupils.

Amber Wallace, '11

Sounds in the Music Hall

As I was sitting in the Music Hall one day I stopped to listen a minute. What a variety of sounds musical and discordant there were! In the room behind me someone was playing a solemn piece; a little farther on some girl was intently practicing "Lovin' Rag." Down at the end of the corridor a voice ascended the scale. The outside door opened and banged and two girls ran up the steps and burst into the room where the popular song was being practiced. That energetic piece suddenly came to an end and a very classical one was substituted. At the opposite end of the corridor a foot was heard beating tune while the piano was pounded by the owner of the foot. But then it was time for me to go and I could no longer sit and listen for more discords.

Gladys Wikoff, '11