"The Local Boy Makes Good or. The Mule That Went to Harvard" is an appropriate title for the biography of "Pete," long-eared mascot of the Pointers.

He was brought in yesterday on an old chugging, war-time truck, accompanied by two attendants and a sergeant. Before his sudden rise to fame three years ago, the mule was regularly employed in pulling gun carriages about for unappreciative recruits in the artillery, but since going to Harvard his daily routine has been considerably changed.

"Yes, during his three years at the 'seat of learning' he has cultivated quite a liking for the saddle," stated one of the attendants. "But he's 22 years old and a short run such as that around the Stadium, is about all he can do. The college influence has made him quite an aristocrat, but, thank God, we haven't been able to detect any signs of a Harvard accent on him yet. The last mule the Army brought to Cambridge was a draft animal used for dumping the garbage at Fort Banks, but the megaphones seemed to remind him of the garbage cans, and he so persistently kept backing into them to be hitched up that we had to shoot him. But Pete's three years have taught him better than that."