"Probably the managers of this journal [the Magenta] know their own business, but it is hard for us to see why they did not cut entirely loose from the Advocate's style, and try a different field. Contending with the Advocate on its own ground is fighting against heavy odds. But Harvard must be Harvard." - Yale Courant.

Harvard shall be Yale for the nonce.

Smith, '74, came into our sanctum just as we went to press. He has gained seventy-five pounds since Class Day.

Wilkins, '76, is a snabby boy.

Jinks, '72, is teaching school at Brighton. He thinks of raising a mustache, and is willing to be married.

Snooks, '73, is well and happy.

Three Freshmen went on a peanut bum last week.

Fry, '74, has forsaken his idea of being a minister, and has taken to farming.

Winkle, '76, lost a three-cent postage-stamp between Harvard Hall and Carl's, on Tuesday. The finder will please call at 93 Grays.

Outlate, '73, had a headache last Sunday morning.

Allen, '75, has bought him a new pair of boots. They are congress boots, of Moseley's best make. Cost $12.50. He will black them to-morrow.

Grimes, '73, purchased a towel and cake of soap at Bartlett's on Monday.

Greeley, '76, celebrated his 15th birthday yesterday. No grub.

Boyd, '71, is in town.