"Now just you sit you down there, Wallace, my man.; this class of sixty-three has quite finished me, I'm done like dinner. You can have the whole ball of wax ."
"Yeah, yeah; you may smile about the situation, Chas, you are clear of the place. Every time I begin to smile, I remember that next year I'm still going to have Lund."
That photograph was extracted from our year's Oak Leaves. Here's a much better picture of Mr. Wallace.
