In regard to attendance on college exercises during the few days after Thanksgiving, we trust most sincerely that the spirit, which has shown itself in former years, will not be aroused now. For what are a few hours with friends at home compared to the welfare and reputation of a great university! Surely it is to be hoped that the farce of conducting prayers and lectures before empty seats will not be forced upon the college by the old-time cutting of the students. We urge every loyal Harvard man to attend his Friday and Saturday recitations with scrupulous regularity. For once let it be known to the world that the students of Harvard are men, and although indifferent to such trifles as home and friends and turkey, are not indifferent to learning and wisdom and college law. It is silly to be ruled by passion, by impulse. Rather we should silence all the feelings that make us look away from Cambridge, and give ourselves wholly to the quest of learning, wholly to the control of reason. Love, home, turkey away! What has the Harvard man to do with you? He is a student, nothing less; he has no time to give to you. Thanksgiving pleasures are beneath him; Thanksgiving joys are the amusements of his infancy. Pleasures, joys, all begone! Come, learning and wisdom and law!