When the Vagabond was an undergraduate, if he ever was one, first meetings of courses frightened him to death. Now they merely bore him. So until the headliners of the Faculty have warmed over the dishes they are planned to serve, he will have to look around for other matitutinal diversion. For he is gradually learning to sleep nights in his pent-house room in Lowell House, although reflections on the tower above his head did bother him at first.

The next few mornings the Vagabond will wander to the Chapel. The seats are very comfortable, the music good, and all this week services are being held by people whom the Vagabond has always wanted to meet.

This morning it is Dean Pound. It is not often that members of the College have the opportunity to hear the illustrious Law School head, whose fiery personality is as noted as his versatile, ability, which should expand now that he has an office large enough to hold him. The Vagabond would be surprised if the Nebraska prophet did not prove an interesting speaker.