Sly winks and nudges of elbows have gone the round of the University as its members have glanced at the papers and read the culogies of Barre, that noble town which has given its all to buy Liberty Bonds.

The fact that Barre did nothing remarkable when the first installment of bonds was floated and now suddenly bursts into fame has a little hidden meaning. There is a nigger in the woodpile. The little excursion of the R. O. T. C. put Barre on the financial map,--that is the truth of the matter. Allowing that each man spent ten dollars during his stay, Barre now owns ten thousand dollars more than when we arrived. Fords are now seen where the work-horse was once supreme. Yet, although a large part of the wealth which Barre possesses was once lodged in our trouser pockets, we must commend the town. It invested our capital in the best way possible; it bought Liberty Bonds. If the money still in our possession is as well laid out as that we poured into Barre's coffers, the Loan will certainly be a success.