s and those of the Gold and
White teams began.

In order that more girls might take part in the games, the upper
school had been divided into two large teams called the Gold and
White. These teams were in turn subdivided into basketball teams, and
many games were played between these teams. Although the audiences
were not all that might be desired the plan can be called a success
since it interested more girls in the game. The White team won the
first two games and the Gold the next two; therefore the final game
between the two "A" teams would decide whether the Gold or the White
team would win the basketball series. The game was won by the Gold
team, 11-8. This game ended the basketball season, which has been an
unusually good one.

I strive to wring from my unwilling pen
A sonnet,--and all ordered thoughts pass by;
Light as a swirl of mist, too soon they fly
For my poor wits to capture them again.
O sonnet unattained! For other men
So easy to attain, but it is I
Who struggle, and for me all goes awry,--
My efforts fond go unrequited then.
"Why, surely it is but a trifle, this,"
They cry amazed, in sweet unknowing bliss.
A trifle, yes, for Shelley or for Blake,
They had not many extra marks at stake;
I toil in vain toward a retarding goal,--
I fear the poet's part is not my role.

SHIRLEY WOODWARD, '27.

Gardens I Have Read About

Books are the means by which one may travel without moving. It is
through the medium of a book that I was able to visit a garden in
Italy. It happened to be a garden that was typically Italian and a
very charming one. The entrance was through a vine-covered Tuscan arch
at the side of a villa, and down several steps to a wide terrace. The
sun was beating down outside, but inside this walled garden all was
cool and refreshing. At one's feet were clumps of darkest green ferns,
like miniature forests. At the bottom of the terrace there was a
terracotta pool, where water flowers were drifting on their flat green
pads. Around the edge of this pool and through an aisle of tiny
fragrant pink rose bushes was a space enclosed on three sides by
feathery greens. Here a laughing satyr was perched on the top of a
fountain, spouting water in a silvery arc. Through a shaded avenue
could be seen other secluded spots with marble benches in front of
other fountains. In another direction was a grotto where water
trickled do