Dull Summer--

five times a week; it will have its Saturdays generally free.

Dull Days Ahead

The Harvardman of a pre-war day might have written in his dairy at the end of an average day: "Up betimes at noon; Luncheon at the Signet; a drive in the country with Miss Robbins dinner at the Cock Horse; opening at the Shubert beastly dull; drinks at the Ritz bar, and so to bed." Summer '49 will duly inscribe: "Up at eight for breakfast; thence to Bio D, from there to Ec A, and finally to Dr. Finer's Gov 1 lecture; lunch in the House; sculling on the Charles most of the afternoon; dinner in the House; studied until 11--marginal cost is quite incomprehensible--than hit the sack."

For today's entering Freshman, it will mean little that Harvard is in the midst of change, for he never knew the old place. He will find few upperclassmen who remember when ... there were seven Houses full of civilians ... the House dining halls had waitresses and individual menus and unlimited seconds ... the CRIMSON was the CRIMSON ... the Lampoon was the Lampoon ... Varsity played Yale ... "Rinehart" was a cry to be reckoned with ... Freshmen lived in the Yard ... men in tweeds outnumbered men in khaki and Navy blue ...

While the first term will consist of little more than discovering what's written in the books with the fancy titles, the Freshman of the Class of 1949, however, can console himself with the undisputable fact that the University has been moving, and will doubtless continue to move, along the road to reconversion.