Stage setting--Carpet on the floor, with the usual holes. Enter H. Alice Howell. Walk front and center.

   Miss Howell (sotto voice)--What ho! Let there be a Dramatic Club!
   And Lo! There was a Dramatic Club! Thus rose the curtain on this wonderful organization. And the curtain is still up. In fact, the stage manager has hung her straight and tied her off with a hard knot, and she's there to stay. The actors come and go, the grease paint and the costumes change with the passing seasons, but the Club shows on forever.
   Each year about a hundred young and hopeful footlight artists rave and tear their hair before the committee on try-outs, and each year the stony-hearted committee grudgingly admits that perhaps about twenty might, with careful training, learn to carry spears across the stage. Thus are the neophytes gathered in.
   Two great dramas are presented each year, backed by all-star casts. Twice annually the dust in the drop loft of the Temple Theatre is disturbed and sent flying downward by the ambitious work of the energetic and grimy stage hands, who adjust and readjust the drops, the borders, and the border lights, and tangle and untangle the maze of ropes, in a vain endeavor to please the positive and perspiring stage manager. Twice annually the big night comes, and the coach for the forty-seventh time demands of each expectant and nervous Mansfield whether or no all personal props are on hand, the while assuring each that all the stage props will be there--undoubtedly there. Then the curtain rings up--and down again; and once more press and public vie with one another in commending the "best amateur performance ever seen in Lincoln."

   Last semester the Club presented the "Amazons" with a full cast of pretty girls and one or two men. The name and date of this semester's play is still a dark secret. Patience. Without a playlet by the Club, no Ivy Day could be a success. Hence the Club stages a miniature masterpiece on the greensward each spring. And on University Night is presented to the heathen public real drama! They need it!
   Yet what doth it profit a man if he make the Club, and lose all his own time and his credit thereby? What is the reward of the weary nights of rehearsal and the days of agonized study and bluff? Simply this--the wonderful theatrical ability which promptly descends on his head as a crown and a halo of glory is much in demand for the coaching of plays for high schools and organizations throughout the state. And on the real stage its members make good. The Club is proud of its outside as well as its inside record. Three of its graduates, Harry Melick, Homer Hunt, and more recently and more conspicuously Julia Nagl, are making notable successes on the professional stage.
   The Dramatic Club gives a formal banquet each year--a real, theatrical banquet, unrivaled by anything of its kind in the world, world.
   Miss H. Alice Howell, head of the Department of Elocution, is our faculty president--in perpetuo. Of vice-presidents we have had the customary number this year--two,--Kathryn Yates, who was followed like a rhyme by Verne Bates.
   SECRETARIES
1st Semester, Hazel Perrin. 2d Semester, Florence Farman.
   TREASURERS
1st Semester, Earl Sage. 2d Semester-Ralph Northrop.
   CUSTODIANS OF PROPERTIES
1st Semester, Harry Coffee. 2d Semester, Clarence Clark.