The wistful tones of a highly pitched voice drifted lightly through the autumnal silence of the night. A solitary figure patrolling with all the apathy of an Apted aide-de-camp in the shade of the Kirkland House quadrangle stopped suddenly alert to the alien tones that at this hour of darkness had no right, according to all the parietal rules, to issue forth from within the monastic confines of the ivy-clad Georgian depths. In a glance his trained eye had the situation in hand and his other eye began to comprehend and follow uncertain but trusting the leadership of its more intelligent brother.

Stealthily, after an arduous ascent, he stood confident before the offending door ready to bring the swift justice of the law to the unsuspecting voice within Flinging open the door he stood mightily on the threshold and gazed bewildered upon the scene that lay unfolded... There before him stood a stocky and amazed youth interrupted in the midst of rehearsing his part for a female role in the Kirkland House play. Chagrined and defeated the guardian of the fair name of Harvard sought the protective cover of the night.