Nov. 1. The fat apathy of this place is appalling. (I think I have noted this down somewhere before). Only yesterday I borrowed the name of one of the more liberal student organizations to run off on a number of placards announcing a discussion on present-day education in Sever Hall. They may be surprised when they get the printer's bill, but everyone must learn sooner or later that nothing conres free in this world. And this evening when I went at the appointed hour there were altogether twenty-five men in the room and three freshmen, including myself, and I may have counted myself twice.

Notwithstanding the smallness of the audience something told me that at last I had the opportunity to stir them up, to move the crowd. Stepping to the platform I began:

"Do you men know that you are being taken in by one of the greatest frauds of modern times? Do you realize that your education here is provided by the capitalistic industries; that you are learning nothing but their spoon-fed propaganda; that your minds are being bought and sold daily with no more compunction than when, in the days of ancient Rome, the bodies of the slave-women were sold upon the public market-place?

"You are the representatives of the latest parasitic growth upon a decadent, rolling society. Some of you are here because your wealthy parents don't know what to do with you and find this Yard a convenient dumping ground for four years. The rest of you, who can ill afford the price, whose place is in the ranks of the workers,--the true aristocracy of the world,--you are here too, aping the manners of your companions, dressing, walking, yes rotting like them, because you think it will give you prestige.

"I speak this evening to all of you, I am here to get across the plain, incontrovertible facts in such terms that even your facile, plasticene minds cannot mistake them. Your faculty are nothing but puppets, and you, fools, you are like the little boys in the streets who pay in the hard earned nickels at the gilt ticket-window, to gape at the sham wonders put before you in the guise of truth!"

It is a wonderful gift to be eloquent. On this occasion I was so carried away that I completely forgot where I was and when I finished I discovered I was entirely alone in the room. I had no idea I should move them so profoundly.

Nov. 3. I thought I should shame these pig-eyed dolts into a realization of how little I cared for their traditions. Today I went into the Civil War Memorial Hall and stood for fifteen minutes with my hat on. Several hundred undergraduates were passing through but not one of them paid any attention to me. Then I discovered that every one of them had his hat on too. They are a degenerate set, truly, they have no respect for the past.

LINES

Written upon the Morning of an Examination (or Mr. Pim Passes... Why?)

Aaron, Job, and Jacob, Moses!

Woolly guesses, vague supposes;

Who and where, and why Naomi?

Cause me to, forlorn, say "oh my!

Guess you'd better make it roses." LOVIN SAM

UNSUNG EPISODES

Scene: Hollis, Grays, Stoughton, Thayer or Holworthy.

Time: Midnight, May 2, 1923. Man with a Green Shade: How far have we got?

Another: Down to the last of the Bourbons. Let's see what was that trouble with the Bourbons called? Oh, yes, the Whiskey Rebellion.