This balmy spring weather is entering the Vagabond's soul. And in the past few days he has embraced the conviction that it is also getting the better of most of the professors hereabouts. Those Saturday classes which are given only at the pleasure of the instructor have vanished like the March winds. Sever on Saturdays assumes the hollow emptiness that has settled upon the Spanish Imperial Palace of late days.

This understandable lassitude on the part of our elders has thrown the Vagabond out of work and he has been forced to meander about the streets in search of an occupation. All yesterday afternoon he wasted leather on the gritty paving stones in an attempt to keep the fire of life flaming high. He toyed with the idea of seeing the Red Sox, but then they always lose. He wandered up to the Treasure Room and found only two students talking in an excessively loud tone about the rate of subway fares out to Dorchester. Coming out of Widener he espied University Hall and a bright shaft of hope entered the barren wilderness of his soul. The publicity office. They might tell him something of interest. But in response to his query for news he received only a vague release to the effect that one close to the President had nothing to say. Things had come to a pretty pass.

The Vagabond in sheer disgust turned back to Memorial Hall. As he climbed the steep ascent to Haven his steps were laggard. And then, on the three hold he stood transfixed. There, staring out of the tower, spy glass in hand, was a wily Oriental peering off to the Charles where Princeton was practicing for the race. As he watched, he muttered to himself, "Oh Tiger, father Tiger."

This was a lark! The Vagabond's heart leapt up. There before him stood the one man to dispel his gloom. The one man on the CRIMSON who could be rated as an intellectual equal, Hu Flung Huey. What occurred after the Sage had salaamed with his courtly grace, and the Vagabond had pulled him to him like a brother is none of the reader's business. What would you do upon meeting a long lost friend on a beautiful, balmy Friday afternoon with all Saturday and Sunday before you to rest. If this doesn't bring it home, look at the Orientals' Prognostications. Then all will be shimmering crystal.

TODAY

9 o'clock

"D. H. Lawrence", Professor Richards, Sever 36.

10 o'clock

"The Soviet State," Professor Karpovitch, Boylston 21.

"Germany and the Treaty of Versailles, Particular Emphasis on the Reparation," Professor Fay, Germanic Museum.

MONDAY

10 o'clock

"The Disillusionment of the Renaissance," Dr. Spencer, Sever 9.

11 o'clock

"Venetian Painting," Professor Edgell Fogg Large Lecture Room.