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ble. Miss Tredway performs its functions for the girls. The boys also have one. \rVhenever any information is wanted as to who the new student is or when did such and such a person graduate, the girls flock to her and go away satisfied. She met with a severe accident though in her Freshman Year. Taking it into her head to wash her hair, she began the operation and used toothache lotion as the cleaner. She rubbed her head so hard 'with it that it penetrated her scalp, on through her brain and finally settled in the nerves of her teeth, which were killed. She has never suffered from toothache since. She has become expert on the piano and has won greater distinction in this department than in any other. And now the name that thrills all schoolboys with delight and causes them to stop in their play and listen-sometimes to pathetic strains from violin, mandolin, guitar , cornet, or perhaps from his own tenor, baritone, bass or soprano voice, or to some thrilling' narrative of a I ear or rabbit hunt, or perhaps for the eighteenth time to the description of how he fought in "Run Quick Battle," appears- Robert Stafford Tyson. He was born in Frederick, long, long ago-he says, however, twenty-one years-and has made that city his home ever since. He remembers how Lee and Grant began to fight their duel on the court-house square, and were stopped by the police; how earlier than this, the Spaniards blew up the Maine, and soon afterwards how he, Colonel of the First Retreat Regi- ment, with his brave men captured Ticonderoga. He has, in short, the most remarkable memory of the age. It was from this last exploit that he acquired the name of "Hero of Ticonderoga"-Ethan Allen, by the way, was only an assumed name. When the call for volunteers was made last year, Colonel Tyson wanted to enlist, but waited for the second call. When that came he refrained from fighting for his country only by the entreaties of his friends, and he decided to wait until the third call-then he must go. In our imagination we can see how he would have charged San Juan Hill, how up, step by step, with the "flag proudly floating before him," fie would have led his men on, on, on through wire fences, over battlements, up steep inclines, and with the first ball whistling by his head have turned to his men, and with a ringing voice cried, "Flee for your lives !" Bob went out gunning last fall with some friends. They had heard of his wonderful shooting qualities-from himself-and were afraid he would bag all the game. However strange it may seem, Bob never had a decent shot-either the rabbit would dodge behind a tree or run into some brush, or the place was so thick with undergrowth, or the hill was so steep that he had to hold on with one hand and shoot with the other, or, anyhow, he didn't get any fair shots, and, of course, he couldn't be expected to kill anything and he didn't. 59