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CARDINAL was singing in the lilac bushes when I awoke this morning. Yesterday afternoon, all down Illinois Street students were practicing baseball; and in the vacant lots surrounding the University Club, young instructors, tearing themselves away from their lofty vocations, were having a game of catch. As I walked down John Street in the evening I was crowded into the parking by the strollers unconscious of any one but each other. On the Sig porch the fellows were gathered, singing lustily, and across the street at the Alpha Tau house I could hear some one torturing the baby grand. Away to the in the region of the Phi Delt house there was the sound of cow bells and of a wild bunch of students yelling. I knew that spring had come.

It is a time of new life, new impulses, new