Harold Lloyd was not so far from wrong when he described college life in his much maligned moving picture "The Freshman". For such odd phenomena do still persist in spite of all the attempts on the part of the semi-sane to make university life at least half cultural. Indeed, I have discovered by some diligent research in the files of other college papers many gestures of the "just step right up and call me Speedy" variety. For instance--

The University of Ipswitch Tweedle contains the following: "Many a son of Ipswitch arose with a start this morning to discover the most unusual happening. It seems that the Piffle, Ipswitch's comic magazine, had grown tired of literary wit and had taken to more obvious measures. Attired in green tulle and early restoration flannels the editors were formed in double file and with file and drum marched dinfully to the tune of "Deep River". Various campus police accompanied them on horseback with loaded black jacks. The whole affair was, to be mild, the most humorous thing which has transpired in good old Ipswitch since the time that the faculty cow called on the president. Indeed, such evidences of virility and originality lead us to believe that Ipswitch need be proud of those sons of hers who by virtue of wit and funniness have made the Piffle".

But the Lalapunta Herald has an even more obvious attack of collegia tremens. In the issue of March 14 they reveal such data as this--

"A dance was given last evening in the Elks' Ball Room on Lansdowne Street by members of the university humorous publication, the Blah. Among those present were Miss Annie Sweeney of Railroad Avenue who was becoming in a neat little outfit of salmon georgette whose host for the evenings' merriment was none other than Lalapunta's pride, Anthony Hogginswifter, president of the Blah. But with no discourtesy intended the choice of old Ant as the boys call him, we feeel it only just to say that the treasurer of the university's humorous publication had the pick of the town. For his dainty young choice was Miss Cynthia Caredge daughter of Lalapunta's own, for her mother, Mrs. Caredge, was a foremost member of the class of '99 and is remembered for her work with the dramatic club in which she took the heavy parts. These were but two of the flowers in Blah's bouquet. Yet lack of space prohibits further comment. All the college joins in congratulating, as does the Herald, this excellent social undertaking on the part of Blah. May there be many and more like it."

Yet not always do the collegiate hordes succeed so well as did the Blah with its social enterprise. Occasionally the less whimsical element enter into the sport with ill effects. The Brockton Bugle sounds the following ominous notes:

"President Pringle is right. When undergraduate affairs are such that the local officers of the law must intervene to prevent the college from becoming a mere institution of corruption, action is truly imperative. This last publication of the Brockton Blimp is too much. It is fair to expect occasional dull spaces in the pages of any humorous paper. But when those spaces are filled with obscenity in lieu of the lacking wit it is high time to call a halt. For years the tradition of Brockton periodicals has been--"Humor and news, clean, clear, and clever." And now the Blimp takes it upon itself to break Brookton tradition with a parody number of the Police Gazette. Such obvious decadence of discretion is incredible. As President Pringle himself remarked on reading the number. "I do not understand this at all." We do not understand it either. The police have good reason to complain. But better days may come, corruption may breed incoruption and Brockton clear this blot from its shield. In the meantime the Blimp must do its best to correct its fault by a real, clean, good number.

Need I add that these are but few from those present in the files through which I searched. Harold Lloyd was right.