Someone ought to send a box of puppy biscuits to a couple of Architectural students who pulled the Crime-of-the-week a few days ago. They went out the evening before to drown out thoughts of gals and gables, and coming back to their boarding house in the smaller hours of the morning, they decided they wanted something to eat. In the house ice-box they found a large bunk of juicy hamburg steak. Here was a real find! They cooked it gleefully and ate it with relish. It was delicious!

The next morning they were aroused by the landlady, who was very much distracted. "You've eaten the dog's meat!" she howled.

One of the more superior Architects-to-be, well tutored in Harvard indifference, opened one eye blandly and said "So what?"

"Well, you're welcome to the meat, but what worries me is the half-bottle of worm medicine I put in it!"

Today, those students walk the Yard as ghosts, mere shadows of their former selves.