Using just the right tension, Vag overcame the wiry toughness of the French bread with an unsophisticated jerk, and settled back to enjoy the fruits of his conquest. He marvelled at the deft skill with which he had snared the bread from under the clutch of his neighbor. "Physical Ed's made me a new man," he gloated, proudly fondling the bulging biceps of his right arm. Gracefully ignoring the fork that clattered to the floor, Vag reached out for his cup of tea. The long last month wasn't so bad at that, he reflected as he sipped contentedly. Of course, the daily aches were wearisome, but they were worth it. Vag snorted when he picture his once flabby form. Never again, boy, never again. Not that he was exactly muscle-bound now. No, Vag pondered, more the lithe, rippling muscles of a tiger or a panther.

Visions of "one-two-three-four... u-u-u-p-p ... d-o-o-w-n" returned to his mind. In spite of himself Vag shuddered momentarily; then with a sigh, he relaxed, his firm, almost steely grip loosened and released the cup from its visc-like hold. Vag slumped back, drowsily surveying the back of the newspaper across the table.

Suddenly the rippling, six weeks old muscles tensed--Vag stiffened, his eyes bulged. "Wha ... wha ... what!!!" he stammered, a look of horrified amazement wringing his face. He lunged for the paper, oblivious of the soup in his path and the wrath of its owner who could imagine even more pleasant things that delicious minestrone in his lap. But the gushing curses faded into an incredulous stare. The Vagabond was breathing heavily--"inhale, exhale." "It's unfair," he murmured, the paper already a twisted shred. "It's inhuman," he howled, glaring with bloodshot eyes at his awestruck companion.

Slowly, the cowering companion edged from his chair, carefully he pieced together the ragged paper fragments still warm from Vag's burning glance.

HARVARD TO HAVE COMPULSORY EXERCISE THROUGHOUT SUMMER