26 THE BATTALION. The woods are dark with shade and bloom, The beauty that we knew; And tho’ all else has lost heaven’s smile, I cannot change for you. Like rippling waters pass my days, Old friends may slip from view. But in that glorious after-life I shall not change for you. —The Wake Forest Student (R. A. L.) A Kansas farmer who could not get harvest hands put this notice upon his fence: “Harvest hands wanted. Hired girl pretty and genial. Cabinet organ music in the evening. Pie three times a day. Three spoonsfuls of sugar with every cup- j ful of coffee. Hammocks, feather beds, or leather divans at your option for sleeping. Rising hour, nine o’clock in morning. Three hours’ rest at noon. Come one, come I all. ’ ’—Exch ange. Rogers: “Professor, I don’t see any more sense in that equation than that two is equal to one.” Prof: “It is absurd of course, but we have some quite good authority that two is equal to one.” “What is life? ’Tis e’er to be ready for Eternity; Laboring here in faith and love,