A QUAINT CUSTOM!

The annual enthusiasm at Memorial Hall the night before the Princeton game is growing weaker each year, according to the oldest waiter who philosophized on the important part such evenings form in a man's later reminiscences. It seems that in the good old days the chandeliers were festooned with victuals, and foodstuffs kept falling from the upper regions of the hall for several hours after the evening meal was over. The festivities this year opened with a volley of menus and table-number cards. This was rapidly followed by the conventional shower of sugar wrapped in napkins which were hurled through the air.

Some daring innovator conceived the idea of throwing tooth-picks in bunches. This was quickly taken up by a score of imitators, although it was somewhat frowned upon by the members of the old school. There was the usual number of reckless persons who did not hesitate to throw ice and butter, while some favored napkins soaked in water. The firing of mashed potatoes and chocolate cream pie was rare but effective. One man dared to swing the catsup bottle round his head, but was deterred by his companions before this project could be put into execution. The evening was very pleasant on the whole. The waiters removed the debris promptly and the costs were easily made up by omitting some of the luxuries from future menus. It is to be hoped that this time-honored and harmless custom will never suffer the fate of Bloody Monday. Such customs as this are too valuable in forming a man's character and broadening his point of view to be allowed to disappear.