The Students Vagabond

No doubt meteorologists and physicists would deny such a phenomenon, but to the Vagabond the day or two leading up to a "big game" week-end seems to be lived in an atmosphere of steadily growing pressure. Tension gradually develops with the first appearance of curb-side speculators and new faces in the streets. On Saturday morning, with phonographs blaring forth the Harvard songs and marches from every dormitory; students rushing their girls up and down the streets in a seemingly aimless fashion, and dozens of hawkers with feathers and souvenirs nobody ever seems to buy, it reaches its high point, and then at the game it is released. It may go off with a loud bang or subside with a melancholy "whoosh!" depending on the circumstances, but in any case the balloon is empty until the next game comes around.

It was this condition, aggravated no doubt by the exhilirating sight of a usually sedate Yard swarming with uniforms, that last Saturday delivered a mortal blow to the resolution formed by the Vagabond after last year's Yale game not to let himself be lured from the narrow path of duty by anything so alien to his proper sphere of interest as a football game. At the first sign or the coming of the Hanoverian horde nothing could save it, and last night its remains were buried by its sorrowing owner in the bottommost cellar of Widener.

So today the Vagabond sets out with a heart as light as that of Manis Twain's hero who slew his conscience and then murdered thirty-eight within two weeks as a start towards settling some ancient scores. From all he has been able to gather from acquaintances who ought to know. Dartmouth is situated on the top of a sky jump somewhere near the Canadian border and was once patronized by one of the Webster boys. But with a few simple rules, such as being careful not to ask if green ties are in honor of St. Patrick and a resolution to avoids embarrassing situations by looking only at the cheer leaders nearest him, the Vagabond hopes to report in good order for Monday's 9 o'clock and wishes his readers the same.