STRAWS!

The calendar is a very poor way to follow the seasons. We are informed that on a certain day winter is past and spring begins; but what means a spring of cold, raw March days and prolonged New England rains, especially after balmy February weather? The trees may bloom; the Seniors may appear in cap and gown, but these are no more than gentle hints that spring is here. The undergraduate persists in wearing his worn and stained felt hat--no matter how sultry the weather. Not until the publicly advertised Straw-hat Day has come and gone does the University have a faint suspicion that the season may have changed. For some of us, it may be the knowledge that our fancies are lightly turning; but how uncertain a sign! Not until the haberdashers round the Square cry aloud that Harvard's Straw-hat Day has come, when we meet Princeton on the track and diamond; not until we are enticed within to examine the copious supply of Panamas and Leghorns, and reappear with a "straw" in place of the old felt hat;--not till then do we feel convinced that spring is here.