FROLICKING 1917.

As a relief from the serious strain of mid-year examinations, another annual institution, far more acceptable, looms over Cambridge. The ladies come, in Packards and in Fords, even in the Subway; and we dance blissfully, ignoring the morning's post card with the D mark for the course, forgetting that the taxi-driver was able to change our ten-dollar bill. Despite the trend of the times our eligibility for the Junior Dance is still unquestioned. Now at least the Union serves its true purpose, and Juniors are colliding with Juniors. For their edifying influence we thank the ladies heartily, and welcome them to our city.