Law Knocks on Yard Doors By Night; Freshmen Tremble

The firm hand of the Law has been reaching into the Yard, clutching victims under cover of darkness. One of the unfortunates in Holworthy took refuge under his bed when, after a thunderous knock on the door, a bellow outside demanded "Open up in the name of the law."

From his relatively safe vantage point he observed a local constable, whom he first mistook for a 250 pound Notre Dame fullback, put an affectionate hand on the shoulder of his less timorous roommate and ask, in what he termed a somewhat persuasive manner.

"You'll be wanting tickets to the policeman's ball, won't you now, lads?"