Harvard College, with its system of testing students' knowledge, has always been a favorite place for the Vagabond at exam time. For although there are no lectures to go to, there are always exams with spot passages, whether literary, musical, or otherwise.

His first grand holiday was last Thursday morning. There, in Memorial Hall, he labored for hours over the 56 passages which were given for English 2, under the now traditional heading: "Interpret, discuss, supply information, as the case may require. Answers should be full, precise, and well expressed. Vague paraphrases are not acceptable. It is well to quote parallel passages. Indicate the context. Do not copy the questions." Yes, that does cover the situation pretty well, on the whole.

English I. Chaueer, with some twenty odd spots is the second choice. Or rather a tie. For Fine Arts ld, yesterday morning, is another ideal. The thirty slides worn a cluch no work at all. Long ago the Vagabond learned these, when he first used to go to Fine Arts lectures. Now he has them all in his heart. He will remember them; but he will never forget to try the tests, just to make sure he isn't getting rusty. But the final morsel, which he is waiting for, comes in the Music 4 exam, next week. A few little pieces will be played, then disappear into silence. Who might have written them? What musical form are they in? Compare, or contrast.

All such quizzes are fascinating, whether of the exam or "Ask me another" type. How many know this introduction, which is to appear in a prominent new English grammar book as a sample of beautiful writing: "The earth sighed as it turned on its course; the shadow of night crept gradually along the Mediterranean, and Asia was left in darkness. The great cliff that was one day to be called Gibraltar held for a long time a gleam of red and orange, while across from it the mountains of Atlas showed deep blue pockets in their shining sides...."

And in MacKenzie's "Man of Feeling" appears the following quotation: "And from his derogate body never spring

A babe to honour him."

A perversion it is, and a rank one.