It is about this time of the year that the University authorities begin to wonder about the amount of spare window glass in and around New Haven. As the temperature descends, so, sooner or later, the snow is bound to descend with it. And THEN snowballs.

Now the snowball situation is not a matter for deep concern. It is a normal, healthy method of presenting a fellow creature with a black eye and an exercise without which no childhood is complete. But in childhood snowballs did not cost ten cents apiece. One evening last winter cost a class now in the University something like a thousand dollars for broken windows. Assume that five hundred men went into action, each throwing twenty snowballs. The rate per snowball comes to ten cents.

The class in question was intensely disturbed when the bills were presented, the majority with good reason. The fact remained that the windows had to be replaced and the glass paid for. The class settled up.

Another class, now departed this academic life, will also recall the local price for window panes. The seniors tested thoroughly the strength of the Quadrangle windows and found them vulnerable. As a result the University was presented with a just protest from the donors. The seniors paid the bill.

The inference to be drawn from the foregoing is perfectly plain. Possibly it will be plainer when the first few bills are presented for windows broken by the inevitable few who cannot resist the temptation. Yale News.