The first thing that occurs to the Vagabond personally, is a gaudy exit from Cambridge with drums a beating and colors flying, shouldering, the while, a pair of skis with a careless insouciance, as if to indicate that the loftiest of the White Mountains was but a mere trifle in the life of this hardy Alpinist. But the Vagabond may not go so far afield, and in the latter case a tremendous decision will confront him. Will he go to the Tremont Temple to have his soul saved by Billy Sunday, or to the Tremont Theatre and laugh with and at Charlie Chaplin. Both propositions sound almost equally alluring; the decision is fraught with moment. His soul or his sense of humor, which shall it be? He must decide,--Ah, quick Watson, the skis.

The Vagabond is feeling particularly uneasy this morning, but to determine the cause of this mental restlessness would probably not tax the genius of a psychologist unduly. It is a preliminary symptom of that dread disease common to most dwellers in this academic atmosphere, namely Cantabrigophobia.

The Vagabond has exerted his utmost efforts of self-control. He has striven to raise himself to the mental plane where he can appreciate the offerings of the lecture platform. He has been struggling for the last twenty-four hours to maintain that famed disinterestedness towards things worldly. Has he succeeded? No, most emphatically, no!--And what's more, he knows perfectly well that there are many more like him around Harvard Square. For their benefit he can suggest at least three ways of utilizing a part of a fortunately prolonged week-end.

TODAY

9 o'clock

"Last years of James I Reign", Professor Merriman.

"Walter de la Mare", Professor Richards, Sever 36.

10 o'clock

"Whittier and Holmes", Professor Carpenter, Harvard 2.

11 o'clock

"The Anti-Slavery Movement", Professor Schlesinger, Harvard 1.