ON THE FENCE.

The impressive ceremony of the taking of the sophomore fence by the freshmen was celebrated at Yale Tuesday evening. "First, the seniors capered over it," says the New Haven Union, "the Howe Band furnishing occasional bursts of music and the students singing.

'Here's to '82,

She's an honor to the blue,'

etc. Then there was the usual war dance, in which white hats were kicked about like footballs. Finally, the seniors went off to Savin Rock and engulphed unresisting clams and other forms of refreshment, and there they had as much fun as did any class of seniors before them." The principal fun of the evening, however, was the presentation of the sophomore fence to the freshmen. A very witty speech (for Yale) was made by A. E. Wilder for the sophomores, and an equally witty one for the freshmen by E. L. Richards. So now Yale, '85, reposes no longer on the cold, cold ground, but sits gleefully on a good, substantial board fence. Although it may be a little out of place in a Harvard paper, still we would like to make the suggestion to Yale that, if she must sit on the fence, it would be much more comfortable if it were upholstered. Will not the News repeat this suggestion to its readers?