Gimme a Yo-Yo, Says Howl, In Winthrop it is Spring

When spring finally caught up with the several young men living in Winthrop House things began to happen in a small way. An d so now they have two mewling organizations butting their foetal heads against the stone wall of respectability.

The first of these vernal mistakes is a rather loose-knit little clique instigated by someone known only to close subordinates as "The Howl." To everybody else "The Howl" looks like a loose-knit booby wearing a Win With Willkie mask and carrying a machete (a loose-knit pocket knife) and scaring the devil out of a couple of characters he found playing pinball in the lower reaches of J entry (left stairway).

Then there is the Winthrop House and De Wolfe Street Yo-Yo and top Spinning Society which claims to hold meetings at odd hours under the Lars Anderson Bridge. A rather shady looking bloke, claiming he was a charter member, gave a last spin to his Yo-Yo and retired for the night whistling "Yokahama Yo-Yo" until it was lost on the night air.