Today we enter upon the busiest, and in many respects the most enjoyable part of the academic year. With the fine weather come tennis, and, in the future, it is to be hoped, rowing on the river. Attendance at baseball and other games, theatricals, society elections, annual meetings and strawberry highest, not to speak of special reports, theses, hour examinations and grinding for the finals, will, with class day and commencement festivities and ordeals, help to fill up the time. Ninety has but a few weeks to pass in the place that has been her happy home for nearly four years and the other classes have but a short while to keep up close friendships with the seniors soon going forth into the world. It therefore behooves all to make these last days as pleasant and as profitable as possible in order that intimacies already formed may cross the barrier of the bachelor's degree, that Ninety's memories of Harvard may be her happiest, that she may go forth with the cheer of victory on the athletic field ringing in her ears, and that each succeeding class stepping into the seniors' place may find its own departure into life as pleasant as it strove to make that of Ninety.