Here is the way the appearance of things at Harvard strikes a preparatory student. A writer on the Exonian has been peering around and thus records his impressions: "Between the hours of four and five P. M., Hemenway presents an animated appearance. In the main hall every pully, every rope has its somebody tugging and pulling with might and main. Neither has the Harvidian, whom a few moments ago we saw on the streets the ideal Adonis, that dignified appearance as he scampers about in his semi-nude, airy costume. Down in the basement the dull thud of falling tenpins is heard, and in the 'cage' prospective pitchers and catchers are preparing for the base-ball season. Shut up in a room with glass doors, into which eager eyes peer, the 'Varsity' crew, bare to the waist, with muscles standing out like whip-cords, bends to the oar. Five o'clock thirty minutes is the fashionable hour for dining, and in fact, is the only time the Harvard man enjoys his meal. This is the dinner hour. In the morning he sleeps too long to relish his breakfast; at noon he lunches on soup and cold meats. But at half-past five he crowds into Memorial, is in good spirits, meets everybody and growls at the waiters. College House and Beck Hall sit side by side, discuss in familiar terms, and Harvard puts on her most cosmopolitan manners."