THE ISLAND OF 'OOF'

THE lilting refrain of the old Latin Student's Song, Englished by a modern poet, ran strangely in his head, chiming with his mood though far from expressing his condition. Certainly his own prime was not flown, nor could his life as an undergraduate be called studious imprisonment, although his share in the traditional follies of his university was considerably smaller than that of some of his friends. And the rest went wide of the mark; youth is no longer tender, seldom ruddy.