Yardlings Brave Atlantic--But Swear "Never Again"

Goldfish eating is outdated. So are kissing contests. But the American college student can still do things that no calm, well-balanced person would do.

It was a bet that made Yardlings George R. Hooper and John M. Alcorn dance gleefully into the frigid waters of the North Atlantic at Revere Beach. They won the bet, but admit ruefully that they are not forming any "Polar Bear Club." "Once is enough," the two Weld Hall dwellers, to whom temperatures in the lower registers are nothing new, chorused in shivering unison.

While the two thick-skinned waterfrosh took their refreshing dip, fellow yardling J. Glick Busby performed the service of holding their vestments. He reports that when they came for their clothes "there was a loud noise, and a rush, and then I wasn't holding the stuff any more."