The Vagabond has always retained a secret sympathy for the historic Charles Townsend Copeland. It must be disconcerting enough to be a "Character." It must be still worse to be a walking Harvard Tradition. As the time approaches for the perennial reading at the Union, the Vagabond realizes that a generation has grown up which knows not Copey, now grandiloquently Emeritus. Through the honeyed sentimentality of the Copy legend, there emerges from Hollis only a slight figure covered with a derby and an air of complete detachment. When the day arrives and the raw recruits upsurp the mellow places, the vagabond fears that Copey will visualize with even more complacency his famous headlines: "Hollis a Holocaust, Copey a Crisp."

Be that as if may, however, the Vagabond has already marked November 16 on his Calendar in red Ink. He will be at the Union to hear Copey this year as he has been for many years past. But everyone known the Vagabond would not even think of boing elsewhere on such an occasion.