The usual January thaws from which we suffer every winter remind us, much more forcibly than the heavy snow, of the need of a few more plank walks in the yard. It is at just this season of the year when the library is most in use. The pleasant weather and a nine stretch of brick or slate walks lures the unwary student on his way to the library into the delusion that walking is just as good elsewhere as at his own door. Taking this easy-going thoughtless view of the case, he leaves his rubbers in his room and in consequence reaches the library with wet feet. Here he sits for an hour or so at least and next morning has a cough or cold to help him in his grinding. Plank walks to the library would prove a great blessing. As it is now, not a path leading to that building is not covered on a mild day with a layer of melting slush or mud almost as deep. The remedy is simple and not expensive. With plank walks in some places and not in others a false sense of security from wet feet grows up, which is rudely broken as often as one makes his way libraryward.
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A Festivus for the Rest of Us
