THE CRIME

Our Yale representative informs us that when the Crimson hockey quintet was winning its game with the Blue last Saturday night, President Angell arose and walked out at the end of the second period, stating that "Yale only loses in my presence."

Such pessimism is said to be the result of the unusual number of engagements on the President's calendar. Recently Mr. Angell found that he had accepted invitations for two affairs on the same evening. The solution of his dilemma was to delegate his wife to represent him at one dinner until he should arrive late from another dinner in Pierson College. Mrs. Angell, not quite able to reconcile herself to attending a very formal affair without Hubby, called in her children for a conference on the matter. The young-ones ransacked the toys of their youth to bring forth only a decrepit wool-stuffed policeman-doll. Mrs. Angell smoothed its uniform somewhat but couldn't do anything about the runs in the flat-foot's stockings. Nevertheless she sallied forth in full evening dress with the sergeant in her arms. The butler was visibly astonished but imagined that there was to be a gay old time in the town that night.

Holding up the policeman before her, Mrs. Angell presented herself to the austere assembly. "This is to represent Mr. Angell until his arrival here," she explained.

And the doll was carefully seated at Prexy's place.