This morning, if you are not already awake, you will be wakened by sweet dulcet notes. These betoken for every Senior the event of his College life.

Get up! Put on your oldest clothes--(you will get your bath at the beach). Bring your bats, gloves and balls. Shoot a dog (at Rammey's) and proceed northwest by west to the front of Holworthy. If you haven't got your ticket, badges, tin cups and horns get them there. A competent artist has been engaged to take a picture of the class. Headed by the Boston Symphony, under the capable leadership of Kanrich, an inspiring march will wend its way to wake those who by chance are still asleep.

Decorated trolley cars will then take the Class at law-defying speed to Rowe's Wharf, where it will board the "Lusitania," nee "King Philip," Fighting Bob, our captain, will then weigh anchor (500 pounds or thereabouts) and, assisted by his enthusiastic sky-pilots, will steer into mid-stream. Fairly bound for Nantasket Point, the keg-tappers start their work. On arriving at the Point, baseball games, track meets and swimming races will occupy the time until the tempting odor of a barbecue announces the serving of a collation by Oscar, of the Waldorf. Singing by class talent will beguile the post-prandial half-hour. At about 4.30 the "King Philip" will again weigh anchor and proceed to Rowe's Wharf.

Those who miss the boat in the morning can leave on the 10.43 or 12.45 train to Nantasket Beach. Trains return in the afternoon at 2.20 and 3.30. None of these trains stop at Back Bay.

All Seniors' cuts are excused at the College Office today.