THE DIARY OF A DANGEROUS MAN

Nov. 8. I have been meditating for some time a scheme by which I could hold up the clumsy methods of this academic shilly-shally to open ridicule. At last today, in the middle of the frenzied hour examination period, an idea suggested itself. I saw that one of these silly tests was to be held in the New Lecture Hall at ten o'clock this morning and accordingly, there I appeared shortly after ten armed with several books and a handful of papers. Sitting down in the nearest seat on which lay a bluebook, I took out my papers and began eyeing them half surreptitiously. This failing to attract much notice at first (I found that so many other men in the room were doing the same thing that I was almost inconspicuous) I deliberately took out one of the books which I had brought with me, opened it, and began comparing the passage before me with an imaginary paragraph in my bluebook, at which I began writing busily.

To my great satisfaction this soon attracted the eye of one of the proctors. I had a speech all prepared. I was only waiting for a chance to get up and denounce them, calling the attention of everyone to the fact that I had a perfect right to study in the room and that I was not even registered in the class taking the examination.

I saw the proctor signal to another and felt that my opportunity had come, but before I could even begin to frame a sentence, I was seized from both sides and ejected forcibly from the hall. The outrage left me flaming with indignation on the steps. To realize that Harvard, which makes so much of its traditional free speech should tolerate such a flagrant breach of its principles by its hirelings! I determined that this atrocity should be followed up immediately. It was, As I picked myself up the doors behind me were opened and a shower of my books and papers caromed off my head.

Nov. 9. I have at last encountered a sincere expression of the real underlying feeling in this college of baked bricks. Tonight at the Waldorf while I was swallowing the three minute excuse for food, a student came in with his arms around two others. Seeing me he dropped into the next chair and began a voluble conversation, which surprised me the more because I am quite sure I never saw him until then.

"Do you know," he said, "I'm sick."

"Sick?" I repeated.

"Yes, sick," he went on, "and tired of this whole stupid business. Here I've given four of the best years of my life, and the whole time I've been nothing better than'a fireman. That's all there is to this college. Just a big fire-house. Wake up by a bell ringing, jump into your clothes and run some place. And then every hour there's another bell and you get up and run somewheres else!"

At last the undergraduates are beginning to think! My influence is being felt.

Nov. 10. I learned that the student in the Waldorf last night had been drinking.

FOUR THOUSAND SEEK OFFICE IN EGYPT'S FIRST ELECTION Headline.

Four thousand candidates

Fighting for a seat

Telling all the voters

How their rivals cheat.

Let us all be thankful

We have politicians

To prevent ambitious men

From running for positions.   OZYMANDIAS

Col. Bygad found a proof of the Senior Class Picture in the office yesterday. "By jims!" he expostulated. "This tradition's a great thing to follow individually; but collectively it sure does make them look like the Pittsburgh Klavern of the Ku Klux Klan, with the Kleagles out in front!"   R. SIMULANT