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TH  WICNI MAAIESEETE
ganda relative to the Coburns and their
Players, one knows that the ambition of
Mr. and Mrs. Coburn is to realize the act-
ual formation of a University Theatre As-
sociation, from which "direct benefits to
education may be derived," and out of
which will "ultimately be created a public
demand for an endowed theatre." So that,
while this may lie far in the future, it may
not be so impossible of realization as some
suppose. At all events, there are many of
us who earnestly desire the accomplishment
of this end, and patronage and support now
may make for a better order "in the year
that's coming on."
   The Coburn Players give us wholesome
entertainment to which we should respond
with enthusiasm and alacrity. It is our
own loss if we do not make the most of this
opportunity. We pay ample tribute, daily,
to Caesar,-as a friend of mine writes, "we
are in this day to day life we live circling
in our little spheres, happy if our emotions
are not degrading, our actions not vile. Of
really big, vision-full attitudes and works
we have been, God knows, quite innocent."
One reason for this is the fact that we meet
with so little that stimulates to action, or
inspires in us worthy emotions. This com-
ing of the Coburn Players will be a wel-
come change from the hum-drum of our
everyday occupation; it is a change to en-
able the spirit to grow, for the soul to be
fed.
             Carnival
          A Rococo Fantasy
          Ralph Bailey Yewdale
  In mask and motly, rouge and paint,
  Swings on apace Life's Pantomime,
  Swings on apace Life's Pantomi *,
  A tinsel farce, all sham and show,
  But one in which, when comes our time,
  Each one of us must play a part,
  Lord Fate the one who casts us so-
  Lo! You, cherie, are Columbine,
  And I, alas, but Pierrot!
        I. Adagio Apassionato.
        II. Prestissimo Tumultuoso.
        III. Lento.
           1. Adagio Apassionato
        T is a great room, richly adorned,
        with its walls panelled in gorge-
        ous green and gold. The furni-
        ture, slight and graceful in the
days of Louis Quatorze, is upholstered
in green and embroidered with golden bees.
On one side of the room is a huge fireplace,
cold and bare now-. On the white man-
tlepiece ticks a clock, magnificent with gold
and ivory, and flanked by two rosy Cupids,
who point forever with unwavering fin-
gers at the silvery dial and the moving
hands-. On the other side of the room
is a huge doorway, hung with great green
curtains which sweep down to the floor in
splendid curves. At the back another door-
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