New and old moon these many years the Vagabond has dwelt peacefully in his exclusive quarters away up in Memorial Tower. Much has happened since he first moved up, bag, baggage, and piano. Just in the last few years he has stood calmly at his narrow window to watch many a momentous piece of Harvard news in the making.

As well as if it were yesterday, the Vagabond can see Harvard Square as it seethed with angry rioting students. The resounding thuds of the officers' night sticks, still echo in his ears and drift away to mingle with the sounds of strained intercollegiate relations that once burst forth ringing in his ears far louder than the traditional cry of Reinhart which occasionally floats up from the Yard on the night air.

He can recall sitting quietly a; his desk while steam shovels threatened the Yard with a new War Memorial. And perched on his window seat the Vagabond still looks out over the scene of many a Senior-Freshman picture-disturbance.

The truth is, more than a little has gone on right under the Vagabond's very eyes and from his lofty domains he has never failed to take it all in. A circumstance which has made him unique as a councillor extraordinary to Harvard men.

Last night, however, the Vagabond said farewell for ever to his Memorial Hall rooms. Loading his few precious possessions in the back of an old model T Ford the old rover with little ceremony made his departure from the Yard precincts.

It is the high price of college rooms which has finally driven the Vagabond from his old lodgings and forced him (with quiet resolution) to take part in the drang nach Charles.

In the bustle of the early dawn this morning the Vagabond completed his moving and found himself installed once more within four walls. His new residence is perhaps not so spacious as his last, but the Vagabond feels that quarters in the cupola of the little construction house in the center of Lowell House are at least strategic.

So there in the midst of the new House Plan the Vagabond will pass the winter months. And from there he will perhaps be able to impart to his earnest readers a bit of, as it were, inside information on the new building program. That is to say, all this will happen if the Bursar's office does not jack up his rent once more and turn the old fellow out in the teeth of a winter's gale.