We happen to be acquainted with an undergraduate from a middle-western city, once justly celebrated for the quality of its beer, and even now held in tolerable regard by all lovers of prime lager. Several weeks ago this gentleman's janitor approached him and asked with prayerful incredulity if it were true that the larger breweries in this same middle-western city were installing new brewing machinery against the golden day when once again the workers of the land might seek and find solace in the foamy, varnish-colored beverage. Our acquaintance assured him that there was at least a modicum of truth in the report, and his janitor sighed deeply and departed.

Several days after this, in conversation with a classmate, he was again asked if it were true that some of the larger purveyors of malt beverages in his city were getting set to slake the threads of the worthy with beer of a really robust percentage. When informed tentatively in the affirmative, he too signed and departed.

A week later, this same study son of the middle border was engaged in esoteric argument in conference with an instructor, when, in the heat of the discussion, the instructor trailed off into silence, and a musing, wistful look came into his eyes. "Is it true," he asked. "that the brewers of your city are preparing to really to the aid of the drought-stricken multitude by making beer, and not just more of the current mouth wash?" Not without a twinkle, our acquaintance assured him that insofar as he could ascertain, the news was of true report. His mentor's slow "Ah-" of satisfaction was released more gently than perfecto smoke.

A section of the pyramid of educational society had been tried and found wanting-beer. -The Dartmouth.