Time Stops Marching When Mem Hall's Clock Shivers

Old Father Time came out of Mem Hall last week--they keep everything in there--with the usual appurtenances (hour-glass, scythe, and beard) and as he checked Mem's clock with his Ingersoll (technological advance, you see), he was observed to frown.

Now Mem Hall clock never used to be wrong; it was never right, either; it didn't have any hands until a few years ago. And then those filthy pigeons migrated out from Boston and they all sat on Mem's clock hands last spring and people missed their classes. But what peeved Father Time now was that Mem clock had bowed to the elements--the damn thing was frozen stiff.