"A friend . . . of ours got into a great deal of trouble several years back when he decided to pass up an opportunity to go to Yale and instead entered a certain educational institution in the home of the bean and the cod. . . .

"A summary inspection of the campus sent him into the marts of the Hub City in quest of a blue serge suit, a pair of harlequin glasses and a green cloth book-bag. . . . He knew enough not to call President Conant "Rheinhardt". . . . Nevertheless, it was impossible for him to find anyone whom he could call a friend. The one attempt he had made at approaching the man across the hall had been coldly, yet courtesouly, rebuffed with a short "Have we been introduced?" . . . The youth began to despair of ever making the slightest dent in campus affairs or being elected to the Swift Custard Institute of 1776." --Yale News Digest.

Editor's Note: He should have gone to Yale and just sat on the Fence making friends all day.