ennial Park, with wind and sleet from the southeast driving in our faces.[i]
                                                                    Monday March 6, 1911
     What a different day this has been from yesterday last night! Altho all morning it was cloudy and cold, but at noon, the clouds began to break and presently only solitary white clouds were racing across the delicate blue, the sun shone forth, warm and bright; the snow began to disappear; ground a- roofs sent up clouds of steam, and a cool wind rippled the bright tiny pools in ruts and on the sidewalks.
     “It seems so like spring to-day” remarked Mother.  And so it did; each day, despite occasional frosts and storms, it gets to feel more like spring.
     After school we had a meeting of the class, to choose the invitations for commencement; finally, after much discussion one of the seven, which suited the majority, was chosen. The time seem to be “drawing nigh.” - Miss Tate has spoken of it to me and we have our speaker - a Mr. Pierson - already decided upon and now the invitations are chosen.
     To-day Bill and I got a funny streak and assailed each other with puns and poetry. This noon between bells,