It is a truth universally acknowledged that a married woman in possession of a graduate studentship must be in want of some enlivening. However little known the feelings or views of such a woman may be on her first entering graduate school, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of her surrounding co-workers, that she is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their parties.

``My dear Bethany,'' said her officemate to her one day, ``have you heard that there is going to be a graduate student social at last?''

Bethany replied that she had not.

``But it is,'' returned she; ``for my advisor has just been here, and he told me all about it.''

Bethany made no answer.

``Do not you want to when it is?'' cried her officemate impatiently.

``You want to tell me, and I do not think I can avoid hearing it.''

This was invitation enough.