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22 THE MONMAL. third floor, old dorm. To Ethel Campbell. Ruth Carmichael bestows her beaming smile and her cheerful disposition. To Norma Solman and Ruth Dougherty, Myrta MacKay bequeaths her anti-fat medicines. To room 4.3, old dorm, room 53 bequeaths its beautiful brown wicker waste-basket. We hereby nominate, elect, appoint, name, and otherwise designate as the administrator of this will our most faithful friend, the dormitory watch dog. As pay for his services, he may have what is left after the Juniors are through. In witness of all the foregoing wishes we hereby set our hand and seal this last day of May, in the year of our Lord, one thou sand nine hundred eighteen. (Signed) THE SENIOR CLASS. SENIOR CLASS SONG. (To be sung to Humoresque.) Softly now the shadows fall, While memories in our hearts recall The sacred joys of dear old college days Seniors all, come gather ‘round And let our voices all resound Once more in song before we part. Hail to our colors, Purple and white, Emblem of joy and loyalty! And, violets bright, Shed your sweet light Over our pathway of life. Cherish deep within our hearts As now we bravely do our part, “ T o be rather than to seem to be,” Though this day we greet with gladness, Yet we feel a thrill of sadness. Alma Mater, hail to you! Edith Johnson, Loretto Kelly.