When the sun rose Wednesday morning, Dec. 22, it did not find the college yard wholly deserted nor the dormitories wholly vacant. A few men always have to remain in Cambridge during the vacations, either because the distance to be travelled homeward is too long, or because those who have to travel it are too "short;" and as usual there were left in Cambridge during the last recess one or two men to guard each entry of the dormitories in the absence of the proctors, and in all, seventy-five or a hundred to form quite an active colony around the wooden screen in the Memorial dining-hall. These were the men who moved about the yard Tuesday afternoon rather slowly and aimlessly, watching the trunks and bags roll out of the yard and catching glimpses of well-filled horsecars leaving Harvard Square, and finally climbing to their rooms with a feeling, the whole burden of which is contained in these two familiar words, "Left behind."

Memorial, the library and Glacialis, to say nothing of the places of amusement in Boston, were the chief resorts during the vacation. Men were noticeably prompt at every meal but breakfast; Glacialis, where the skating was very good, was frequently visited, and the library had its eye-glassed devotees in goodly numbers. The Christmas dinner at the hall was an elaborate and exceedingly enjoyable affair. Witness the following menu:

Blue Point Oysters on Shell.

Green Turtle Soup.

Consomme, a la Royale.

Broiled Kingfish, Maitre d'Hotel.

Cucumbers. Parisienne Potatoes.

Tenderloin of Beef Larded,

Sauce Perigueux.

Young Turkey Stuffed with Pistachio Nuts.

Chicken Croquettes with French Peas.

Vol-au-Vent, a la Financiere.

Kirsch Punch.

Chicken Grouse.

Currant Jelly. Celery.