The Vagabond enjoyed the Brown game, not, lot him hasten to add, because he enjoys a good football game, nor because it gave him an opportunity to speculate on the devious interference of Providence in the lives of men, but because it allowed him to see once again an old friend who had remained long tucked away in Rhode Island. Indeed he and the Vagabond had shared the tower of Memorial Hall together for many years until he had been called away to edit the now famous series of Brown Studies.

Naturally enough The Friend, let us, Gentle Reader, simply call him The Friend, was anxious to see all that had been built in Cambridge since his day. The Vagabond was pleased. He enjoyed showing the New Harvard to his friends. He enjoyed showing them Eliot House and hearing them say that Professor Merriman hadn't changed. He enjoyed taking them through Widener and always entered into the innocent fun when they tried to get a book out.

The Vagabond and The Friend had seen everything that there was to see in the distant corners of this Great Commonwealth of Intellects and now they were returning to the Yard for the Big Surprise. The Vagabond had been keeping the New Chapel up his sleeve waiting to astonish The Friend with its splendor. They had visited Adams House and its brilliant Early Eclectic purity filled the imagination of The Friend. Architecture can go no further, he thought.

They entered the Yard. The Vagabond paused dramatically and pointed toward the Chapel but a laundry truck rolled into view and the gesture was ruined. The Chapel would have to speak for itself. The Friend, however, spoke for it when the truck had cleared away. "Oh my", he said.

They had circled the Chapel three times. Even the Vagabond was amazed at the intensity of appreciation which The Friend was exhibiting and it made him feel just a little uneasy that he had never made three consecutive tours of the Chapel in an effort to work off his own admiration. But then The Friend was an emotional fellow.

"Oh my", said The Friend again and stopped as he swung round the south-east corner for the fourth time. He stood dead in his tracks.

"You know? there's something about Memorial Hall that has always appealed to me".

TODAY

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"Political Parties", Professor Holcombe, New Lecture Hall.

"Somesthosia", Dr. Boring, Emerson D.

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"Jonathan Edwards", Professor Murdock, Harvard 6.

TOMORROW

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