Every now and again the Vagabond chafes amid the stultifying toils of his continuous scholasticism. There comes a time when the problems of Russian socialism and Italian autocracy leave him mildly bored. His magnificent intellect, for the nonce, stagnates and he hears the call of alien and more material delights. In such a plight he is now to be found. True, he has looked over the lectures for the next two days and finds that they are unusually alluring, but the "elan vitale" has left him. The lamp of learning has blown a fuse.

This sorry plight would assume the gloomy impenetrableness of Russian diplomacy were it not for a fortunate palliative that is coming to Boston tomorrow night and of which the Vagabond is going to partake at the risk of his impeccable professional reputation. The circus is in town. The Vagabond has already proved an easy prey to the pomp and pageantry of the circus. At an early age he developed a desire to be the drum major of a circus band and that ambition has never really left him, and never been fulfilled. He will go tomorrow and feed peanuts to the elephants, laugh like a Radcliffe freshman over the clowns, and beat vociferous time to the steam calliope. There is something about the mellow, time worn tone of a calliope that plumbs the depths of the Vagabond's soul. He will, for a brief two hours, sit back on a hard bench, drink pop, munch peanuts, beat the mid-victorian grandmother in front of him over the head with a program as the drum major swings by, and wait with bated breath for the gymnast with the black moustache to miss the agonized fingers of the lovely girl in pink lights as she somersalts off her trapeze. Yes, he will go to the circus.

TODAY

10 o'clock

"Petronius: Quintilian." Professor Moore, Sever 13.

11 o'clock

"Florentine Painting." Professor Edgell, Fogg Large Lecture Room.

12 o'clock

"Murillo," Professor Post, Fogg Small Lecture Room.

"Enforcement of the Stature of Apprentices." Professor Usher, Widener U.

"War and Backward Area." Dr. Emerson, Harvard 6.