THE AWKWARD SQUAD

Nearly one thousand men yesterday became Harvard men. Some came laughing, some merely smiling, some pushing; some their mothers pulled. However they came, they are here. They would request passersby with a native air to direct them to "Memorial Hall;" then later would ask chance acquaintances, fellow freshmen, if they had been to "Mem." As easily as that can the greater part of the transition from preparatory school boy to college man be made.

Down the lane of Lampoon, CRIMSON, and Advocate editors they came; past the Scylla and Charybdis of pressing contractors to the free milk bar. Some hurried; some loitered like old boys. Whatever their manner now these are the men who will make Harvard and they may well realize that fact. It seems not amiss to consider Harvard as a product, like clothing, for example. And it appears no further astray to give those men who are associated with the product the appellation, Harvard men, as the designation, clothiers, is applied to those who make clothing. Harvard men have ever worn their own intellectual clothing and have been remarkable in the world for it.

Those who are unused to the ways of tools are awkward in their handling. The physical plant of a college constitutes its tools and time and instruction obviate awkwardness in the employment of the implements of learning. A willing enough mind and a stout heart are the fundamental prerequisites of apprentices in the business of making Harvard.