when he dropped so easily and gracefully into verse:
"Trust no future howe'er pleasant;
Let the dead past bury its dead;
Act—act in the living present."
Let the dead past bury its dead;
Act—act in the living present."
As I stopped off at Kandy's to get shined up a little yesterday I caught sight of Bradley through the open door of the billiard room deep in his fourth game of billiards, his outside reading neglected, his good resolutions forgotten. "What's the use anyway?" he was thinking, if his brain was in operation at all; "It's one hundred and fourteen days until examinations."
February
