"ON. fiddlestick, I didn't get in till five this morning and missed class again," a Junior on pro exclaimed entering the Harvard Square Garage on his way to Northampton, "but I mailed him a note saying that I was sick and had gotten lecture notes from Mike, ha, ha!"

Just then he heard a familiar voice behind him--"No, I sympathize with the boys going to Princeton. I announced Thursday that I wouldn't give my lecture this morning either." It was his own lecturer.

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The least we can say to the Princeton Football team is that we realize full well how they feel, and want to console them with the fact, for what it's worth, that there are many more towns named Princeton in the United States than there are Harvards or Yales. In fact there are 20 Princetons to six Yales and five Harvards.

In only one state are all three represented, Michigan. Michigan even goes a step farther by having a Vassar, and completes the story with the following towns (see Rand McNally World Atlas): McBrides, Romeo, Elsie, Eureka, Waltz, Chase, Halfway, Rapid City, Twining, Blissfield, Climax, Liberty, Alaska, Maybee, Union City, Paines, Kawkawlin, Paw Paw, Richville, Cadillac, Lawrence, Princeton, Champion, Battle Creek, Bad Axe, Onaway, and Farwell.

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A recent survey conducted informally by the CRIMSON revealed why modern girls appear to Puritan sons of John Harvard to bare so much and bear it so well. It is entirely a matter of environment.

At Harvard there is one bathroom to an average of 2.54 students, which means one's average public is not more than 1.54 persons. This naturally leads to modesty. At Radcliffe, Wellesley, Smith, and Vassar, however, the averages are, respectively, 8.78, 7.60, 7.80, and 6.43. The public in these cases varies from 5.3 to the colossal figure of 7.78, and in extreme individual cases even to 17.00.

There are exceptions, however, for at Bryn Mawr the average was found to be only 3.85, while at Princeton the nearest estimates revolved about 83.992.

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Three distinguished faculty Geologists were entertained by a budding Eliot House disciple recently. After lunch they inspected rocks, maps, charts, one thing and another, and then took leave, encouraging him towards further study of rocks.

The host left his room shortly thereafter and was not a little startled to see one of them holding open the incinerator while another was peering down it. He enthusiastically ran back, collected a hammer and chisel and a little bag, and returned to find them leaving. "We just wanted to see how it worked," they said.