THE BEGINNING OF WISDOM

Some years there is rain: in others there is merely weather assorted varieties of mediocrity. But whether the winds blow and crack their cheeks, whether rain spouts or fire spits there is a Jubilee, accompanied by juvenile jubilancy. As this paper goes to press the prospects are equally auspicious for drenching showers or those sunbeams whose absence have for a month made Cambridge merely a temporary precipitation in an aqueous solution. Therefore the wise Freshman will be prepared to don anything from the flannels to the security of oilskins.

But the Pago-Pago atmosphere has little to do with the success of the Freshman Jubilee. This gathering of the clan, this occasion which transforms the usually mundane areas of the Smith Quadrangle and the Standish back yard into an extra Venice Lido, is symbolic of something in fact anything. It is the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end: it is the pleasant death agony of the Freshman year and the natal travail of the Sophomore: it is a pre-examination respite and an opportunity for examination of feminine prerequisites; it is--it is the time of kingdom coming and the year of Jubilee.

On this day and more particularly on this night when the Freshman class as a unit comes out and invades the dizzy social whirl, a whirl which will never again seem either so dizzy or so social, the CRIMSON offers its congratulations and extends metaphorical rose-buds to the debutante who dances amid the Georgian simplicity of the Freshman Halls. Tonight's Jubilee will go down in history as the best ever held, for such is the enviable fate of all Jubilees.

But the Pago-Pago atmosphere has little to do with the success of the Freshman Jubilee. This gathering of the clan, this occasion which transforms the usually mundane areas of the Smith Quadrangle and the Standish back yard into an extra Venice Lido, is symbolic of something in fact anything. It is the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end: it is the pleasant death agony of the Freshman year and the natal travail of the Sophomore: it is a pre-examination respite and an opportunity for examination of feminine prerequisites; it is--it is the time of kingdom coming and the year of Jubilee.

On this day and more particularly on this night when the Freshman class as a unit comes out and invades the dizzy social whirl, a whirl which will never again seem either so dizzy or so social, the CRIMSON offers its congratulations and extends metaphorical rose-buds to the debutante who dances amid the Georgian simplicity of the Freshman Halls. Tonight's Jubilee will go down in history as the best ever held, for such is the enviable fate of all Jubilees.