Where in venerable rows Widely waving oaks enclose The moat of yonder antique hall, Swarm the rooks with clamorous call; And, to the toils of nature true, Wreath their capacious nests anew.

Invite the rook who high amid the boughs, In early spring, his airy city builds, And ceaseless caws amusive.

Those Rooks, dear, from morning till night, They seem to do nothing but quarrel and fight, And wrangle and jangle, and plunder. - Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik),

Fancy with prophetic glance Sees the teeming months advance; The field, the forest, green and gay; The dappled slope, the tedded hay; Sees the reddening orchard blow, The Harvest wave, the vintage flow.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that refledts it.

The Hilltop wanted to run a regular comic strip, so I tried to do something that would appeal to Howard students. I wanted to do something that they could be familiar with.