THE CRIME

Roaring out of a House dining hall yesterday morning in one of those frenzies induced by a coming hour exam, a rollicking Senior just for the hell of it bawled over his shoulder to the nearby hostess as he went out the door: "Send an order of griddle cakes over to the House Library for me. I'll be hungry a little later on."

To his amazement and confusion twenty minutes later, just as he was getting his teeth into his book, a smiling bus boy entered the Library with a napkined tray which he set down on the stool in front of the Senior. "The hostess says that your every wish is her command," the bus boy whispered huskily. "Any answer?" "Nope, no answer," stammered the red-faced Senior as he peeked guiltily under the napkin, then sneaked outside to gulp down his steaming order of griddles.