Irene Abbey—“? ? ? ? ?” Helen C.— “O, pshaw!” Rock B.—“O, go on!” Bernard B.—“Never!” ——— TEACHERS’ PICNIC OF 1911 One autumn day not long ago, As I’ve been told, therefore I know, The teachers to a picnic went, And at Slide Rock the day was spent. Thirteen there were who filled the hack- Enough to make the blame thing crack. But they arrived all safe and sound, And all descended to the ground, The “eats” at once were in demand, And all were willing to lend a hand To help prepare the mighty feast- Enough to last a week, at least. After dinner they looked around To see what amusements could be found, And down by the side of the river wide They found a boat securely tied. So Lena and Mame took seats inside, And each with an oar, they braved the tide. Then Mary S. so longed to get in, They rowed to the shore where once they had been. Then started down the stream once more And soon were far away from shore. Alas! they found it only too true- They couldn’t “paddle their own canoe.” Around and around like a top they spun While those on the bank seemed to think it was fun. At last it was “Bud” who went to their aid, And towed them to shore, where they willingly stayed. Mr. Pollard they say is afraid to get wet, So he stayed on land-in safety, you bet! But we will forgive him, because we all know ‘Twas he who coaxed the fire to go. Well, anyway, we had a good time, And I wouldn’t have missed it for a dime; And I hope that in 1912 we may Have just as fine a picnic day. ——— Miss Brown (in Biology)—“How many different kinds of birds have you seen this year, Karl?” Karl K. (drearily)—“Yes, I think so.” Miss Lee— “In what way did Rip Van Winkle’s dog reflect his master?”