"I think I've lived a life time in five years,'' said Beryl Spinney, when asked to tell of her experience since graduation in 1928.

Can't you just see them? Here they come, a group of enthusiastic freshman women all ready to begin their college courses in the year of 1919.

Mr. Average American is shaving. He stops long enough to call his wife, "What have you got for breakfast?"

For most people a 16-hour cycle is exceedingly long, yet that constitutes the labor day for many a homemaker.

"What activities are you going out for?" I suppose that question is asked freshman girls on this campus fully half as often as the time-honored, "How are you classified?"