DEPENDING ON THE WEATHER

Those who remember the lively and fraternal days of the Senior Picnic,--now passed beyond recall, in all probability--may regard with virile contempt the Senior Celebration taking place tonight--not in wild and unpopulated regions, as did its famous predecessors,--but in the confined and domesticated area of the Yard. Instead of the unlawful and justly unpopular activities formerly viewed with such righteous indignation by most of the Seniors, there will be moving pictures. Possibly even that incomparable comedy which was conspicuous by its absence at the 1924 Smoker, and which had previously stimulated such merriment at all gatherings since the Freshman year, will be revived. (Some day, a member of the Class of 1924 will be stranded in a Montana mining camp and will chance again to see this famous picture; one can imagine the salt tears springing to his eyes with the memory of college days thus poignantly recalled.)

One regrets, of course, that the niggardliness of the Freshmen prevents a more pretentious festivity for the deserving Seniors. After passing through the scathing ordeal of Divisionals, the brain twisting test of Class Day applications and the unequalled humiliation of begging coins from Freshmen, the Seniors unquestionably need recreation. Some, no doubt, have sought rest and peace individually. But tonight's Celebration will include them all. It may be looked upon as a last gathering of forces before the dreaded and dreadful days of June.