Now that eighty-six has voted to hold another dinner, it is to be hoped that the project may be carried out successfully. Eighty-five made the attempt without success, and, we are constrained to believe, made a grave mistake in losing so rare an opportunity for an evening of social enjoyment. Class feeling is slowly dying out at Harvard, a result attributable to many causes, and class dinners are among the few things left that can momentarily rekindle the smoldering embers of the old-time enthusiasm. We shall be greatly surprised if there is any difficulty in securing fifty names from among the members of the junior class, the number set as a minimum for the proposed banquet.
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A Festivus for the Rest of Us
