It was early morning; the Vagabond donned his opera cloak sweeping it majestically over his shoulders. Enveloped in a phlegmatic cloud of imagination, he slowly glided out of Cambridge to a region replete with little green gnomes rollicking gaily. Before him and toward the horizon there loomed a macabre but wavering to the left and then to the right. A low wailing emitted from the narrow brick chimney. The Vagabond rushed thither to peer sureptitiously into a sordid room. A child, not much older than three, indifferently sucked its index finger; a woman, with delicate almost mask-like features brushed her hair, occasionally glancing at the child, then to a corner where an elderly man, sitting on a crummy stool, whittled whistlewood: His salt worn cheeks, drawn closely together below two unevenly coloured eyes resembling niches in the side of a chameleon, suddenly moved backward; uneven and sinisterly pointed teeth protruded. His uncovered muscular arms turned with his body as he lowered his head. Two calloused hands held a large axe, and the man rose. The same well was heard again, coming from the child. As the axe moved across the room, the Vagabond thought of law, justice, but he could neither move or talk. "Wood, there's no damned wood in these hills any more," he said and started toward the door. The Vagabond found himself back in his towar. He sighed, opened a books of O'Neill's plays.

TODAY

10 O'Clock

"The Drama.--O'Neill," Assistant Professor Matthieasen, Sever 11.

12 O'Clock

"Principle of Nationality," Professor Hocking, Emerson D.

"Spencer and Iseland," Assistant Professor Sprague, Sever 7.