Preparatory to his spring season which is to open shortly, the Vagabond paid a visit the other day to his barber. Now this barber maintains a large library (of a sort). This situation has been going on ever since the first resident of Lowell House decided that certain types of printed matter should not enter the domains sacred to learning of a different nature.

Well, to get back to the other day, while waiting for the gentleman with the shears, the Vagabond found himself looking over a journal of ill-repute that is probably unknown to readers of tender years. For the benefit of such youths, suffice it to say that the old rogue has descended to the point of handling a scurrilous periodical.

A horrible confession, that. And one--which even a hardened offender like the Vagabond would scarcely mention in private did his conscious not bind him to expose the false teachings of a nefarious publication. In its day this Mount Auburn Street magazine has caused many a scandal for one reason or another, but teaching erroneous history is something new. Go to your barber's and turn to page 52 of the current number of the Lampoon. What do you find insinuated there? That Will, who as everyone knows rests in Stratford-on-Avon, is buried in the Abbey.

It is difficult to discover what could have motivated the Jester to this attempt to joke history. Hum, perhaps the old fellow is telling us no tales after all. Perhaps the Vagabond is behind the times. People who move fences are not to be stopped by Will's "curst be he that moves my bones."