The CRIMSON Vagabond was following his profession a little too eagerly yesterday and wandered off to say that Professor Baxter would lecture at nine o'clock yesterday morning. At ten minutes to nine an inquisitive Freshman who rather doubted the veracity of the vagabond called the Professor who was still in bed unconscious of his engagement. After answering the telephone, Mr. Baxter dashed up stairs, pulled on some clothes, finished his dressing on the way up Plympton-Street, and arrived at New Lecture Hall to find it locked and deserted. It seems as though the History office had not delivered his map last Wednesday as it was supposed to, and that the final lectures in History 1 don't follow the regular schedule anyway, so, being still in a state of semi-consciousness, he was prepared for anything.

We know that the great Blight isn't over yet but it does seem as though the University could afford to provide some keys to University Hall for the minor officials such as the Dean of the College. Last night we saw Dean Hanford trying the door by his office and finding it locked, try all the rest of the doors in turn. Finally giving it up as a hopeless job, he turned forlornly away.