This is the day which perhaps more than any other in the year is worthy of my notice; worthy of being placed beside January 1 as a date from which I may reckon. Upon this day I begin my annual April wanderings. For a week I shall roam wildly upon the highways and byways of the land, and seek out the rarer nooks to meditate upon the beauties and kindred affections of the spring.
No wonder then, if, when the bell in the old, white cupola of Harvard Hall tolls at the hour of 9, my fellow vagabonds may see me enter classroom 1 to hear Professor Gay lecture in Economics 2 on Transportation since 1860. Ordinarily this is not a matter of much moment to a vagabond, but today the problem of transportation is very close to my heart.
What could be better than to start my wanderings accompanied by strains of sweet music? Not indeed should I desire the presence of a band to blare its fulsome farewells into my ears; the true aesthetic vagabond must ever shrink from occasions of such banal blasts and boomings. But at 10 o'clock this morning I shall be in the Music Building to hear the finer, purer strains of Brahms' Violin Sonata when it is played in Professor Spalding's Music 4.
Then I shall sally forth with Brahms' melody still in my ears upon my vernal peregrinations.
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NIL ADMIRARI
