THE history of the University of Nebraska is interwoven with time-honored precedents, all of which may be found written indelibly on the pages which have been set aside for the past forty-one years. The Senior picnic, that final result of the evolution which the old Senior "sneak-day" has undergone, is one event which has made a part of this history. Perhaps it has made more than its share. Who knows? Only those who now call Nebraska their alma mater can tell.
   Yet, though subjected to Faculty inspection and the keen-edged knife of the authoritative operation, the customs, the stunts, the day's program are all carried out to the minutest detail. Yet the joy, the knowing winks, and the buzz of whispers no longer give to the watchful junior and the sly Sophomore an inkling that the Seniors are about to "sneak." No longer does the professor toil up the worn stairs of old U. hall on a bright May morning to meet an early class, only to be met by vacant chairs, instead of the sleepy faces he expected to see.

   "Sneak" day is no more. The Senior picnic has taken its place, and for the past two years Faculty members have been warned of the coming of this day. And now it is proposed that the whole school shall know of it, much in opposition to the desires of the Seniors to keep the under classmen in blissful ignorance of the time for "their" holiday.
   Nevertheless, it is the same old trip to Milford; the same special train; the same joyous shouts at the farmers. the pedestrians, and the usual crowds at the depots where the train may stop. It is the same old fire-escape with its darkness, seemingly never ending, as we slide around and around, and then are suddenly shot into daylight, and the arms of our classmates. It is the same old ball game for the girls, with the screams, the shouts, and the giggles. It is the same old lunch, the same old "Shogo-Lithia" spring, the same old ride home, and the same old parade to the Campus. But it is not the same old "sneak day" in the full sense of the word.-- C. J. L., '11.