The college club dinner season is now fairly inaugurated. The CRIMSON dinner of last evening opened the list. To-night occurs the dinner of the Glee Club-Pierian Association, and then follow club and society dinners in such quick succession that but few evenings between now and the Easter recess will not be marked by the jolly choruses of Harvard students, or by the click of their glasses responsive to the toastmaster's call.
Perhaps there is no pleasanter feature in Harvard life than this, or one that is more characteristic. He is but a poor representative of the social life of college who cannot remember his menus by the score, at the end of his four year's course. Many of the happiest memories of college life are those brought back to us by the sight of some bit of pasteboard tacked upon the door, the sole reminder of an evening of jollity. Let us, then, continue to honor the old Harvard custom, and hand it down for preservation to those who are to fill our places in the years to come.
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