NIGHT THOUGHTS

The possession of a latch-key marks a new era in life. For the next few weeks the Freshman class will be looking somewhat dubiously at theirs, and some will be obliged to deliver it over to the dean's office.

Already they begin to see the shadows of coming events, as the gloom of November hours threatens to envelope them. And there begins to be born for the first time among them, in the face of a common enemy, a community of spirit. They have set up a Castle of Indolence: they have done those things which ought not to have been done. And the things which ought to have been done will be the subject of long penitential lucubrations.

But the aftermath will be the same old story: the same number will troop to the dean's office: the same somewhat strained intra-family correspondence will flow through the Cambridge Post Office; and History I will again set up its mud-stained trinity.