THE EMANCIPATION OF EMMETT

A recent edict of Palaeopitus, the student governing body at Dartmouth, has relegated all Freshmen restrictions to the limbo of the graduates' memory, where, no doubt, it will flourish for many years to come. Only one relic of school days remains for the first year man at Hanover; he must wear a green skull cap with a white button on top. But he need no longer salute his professors with perfunctory respect, no longer need he wear a coat at all times, no longer must his Coonskin hang idle in his closet; nor must the wary freshman climb into bed of an evening fearing that somewhere within the sheets there lies a two pound flounder; for hazing, too, at Dartmouth has passed in to history.

Evolution is, at best, a prolonged process, so for the present, the college must bide its time and wait patiently for the final drastic step of removing the little green hat, white button and all, into the outmoded customs of the past. For a time we must content ourselves with admiration for Palaeopitus for their wisdom and foresight in granting to the youngest children of Eleazer Wheelock some vestige of the individuality of the New Hampshire hills.