To the list of unsung heroes, such as the man who first ate a spear of asparagus, the Vagabond would like to add the name of that worthy who yesterday braving the derisive glances of passers-by and all unmindful of the blustering west wind, pushed a lawn-mower resolutely across the sodden greensward of Dunster House. A week of balmy weather, a brace of robins, a succession of hour exams, these are the signs which are supposed to usher in the springtime season, but the Vagabond has too often been misled by such fickle prophets in the past. With a rather jaundiced eye he has come to look upon the first robins as the precursors of a cold in the head: but there is something fundamentally sound about the clicking of the first lawn mower. Spring, the Vagabond has decided, is really here, and now he can settle down to work in the early hours of the afternoon with that slightly sanctified feeling that comes from thumbing ponderous scholastic comes while the very weather beckons him out in to the open.

TODAY

10 o'clock

"Seneca the Philosopher." Professor Moore, Sever 13.

11 o'clock

"Milton's Blank Verse," Professor Rollins, Rmerson A.

12 o'clock

"Ribera," Professor Post, Fogg Small Room.

"Russia before 1914," Professor Arts, Harvard 1.

"Reorganization of the Feudal State," Professor Usher, Wldener U.

3 o'clock

"LOVA" Professor Richarda, Sever 11.