University Baseball.-All men who wish to try for the team report in the cage on Monday, February 25th, at 3.30 sharp.Jos. L. Perkins, Capt.Jack Weatherby, on his way out of the gymnasium, paused before the bulletin-board in the little drafty hall and read the call."That's next Monday," he muttered. "All right, I'll be there."Then, putting a shoulder against the big oak door, he pushed his way out on to the granite steps and stood there a moment in scowling contemplation of the cheerless scene. Before him the board-walk was almost afloat in a shallow rivulet of melted snow that filled the gravel-path from side to side. A few steps away the path ended at the Washington Street gate in a veritable lake. The crossing was inches deep in water and the Common was a dismal waste of pools and streams out of which the soldiers' monument reared itself as though agonizedly searching for a dry spot to which to move. There was an incessant and monotonous dripping and trickling and gurgling as the snow, which two days before had covered the ground to a depth of over a foot, disappeared as by magic under the breath of an unseasonable south wind. The sky was leaden and lowering, and against it the bare branches of the numberless elm-trees swayed complainingly.