The Vagabond, poor mortal that he is in spite of certain academic proclivities, has hidden away in his mind a few problems and questions which from time to time come forth to irk him with their barbed amorphousness. And among these is the desire to know the identity of the seer who made the immortal observation that "it never rains but it pours." Could he but discover the name of that sooth-sayer, the Vagabond would--at least not wonder any longer and be able to give credit where it is due when the truth of the remark is manifestly clear.

Such a time is the present moment. Take for example merely two things--Divisional Examinations and the Pops Concerts. Is there any really good reason why these should come at the same time so that the conscientious seeker after a sheepskin will be bound to his books, and only those will be able to luxuriate in an atmosphere of near beer, pretzels and music whose consciences have become muscle-bound from much wrestling or who have taken precautions to provide themselves with umbrellas for protection against the examinatory torrent.

The Vagabond, speaking personally, is not himself particularly interested in Divisional Examinations--or any other sort for that matter. It has always been his endeavor to make of himself, so far as possible, a cultured individual, rather than a more or less perfect example of the plumber's art, which should, when the right tap is turned and the right chain pulled react in the customary and appropriate fashion. Of course, that will not provide him with a sheepskin, and he shall probably have to content himself for some time with goat hide.

Not withstanding all this and the scornful claim of the cognoscenti that after all the Pops are not cultural but pander to the vulgar taste for the simple and obvious, the Vagabond will attend them, and will be seen almost any night, armed with the proper sustenance and a cigar, listening to the music and wishing that the beer were real and that he were sitting under the cool and fragrant shade of the linden trees in--But that is pure nostalgia.

And for the morning hours he suggests the following lectures:

TODAY

11 o'clock

"Some Post-War Problems", Professor Schlesinger, New Lecture Hall.

"Le Roman Naturalist", Professor Allard, Emerson A.

12 o'clock

"The First Moroccan Crisis and the Triple Entente, 1905-7" Professor Langer, Harvard 6.

2 o'clock

"Burns", Professor Greenough, Sever 11.

TOMORROW

9 o'clock