"You can't spend all day in Widener," mused Vag, as he finished the last page of the only book he could find that fell under the category of "minimum compulsory." Better get some exercise, you can study better anyway--really have to keep in shape to get the most out of these books. It was wonderful to exercise just when you wanted to--no pushups, no drill, just whatever strikes you at the moment.

Vag ambled down to the Weld boathouse, wondering whether he should try a scull or start out with the newcomers in a wherry. He had never rowed in a scull. The boathouse was jammed with white-shirted individuals. "Maybe they're having races today," thought Vag, as he approached the young official. "I'd like to get a boat for an hour or so may be I'd better try a wherry to start with." "I'll put you on the list," said the man with the clipboard, "but we're sort of crowded." "How long?" "Well, I don't see how we could fit you in this afternoon."

Guess tennis is the best bet anyway--wonder why everybody has taken up rowing all of a sudden. Retrieving his roommate from the House library, Vag started off across the Charles. The courts were crowded with spectators, but there was an empty one nearby. "Can't play there," yelled an even younger official with a baseball cap, "that's for the team." Vag asked about the courts across the way. "Are you for credit?" asked the boy. "Then you'll have to wait your turn." "Well, this isn't the first time," offered Vag generously. "It won't be too long, will it?" "We're all filled up today, maybe just before it gets dark."

As he and his fellow athlete trudged homeward, Vag had visions of sneaking down to the courts before breakfast some morning and getting in a fast game. The church bell couplet announced that five-thirty had arrived, just as they reached the corner at Eliot House. "Race you back," muttered Vag, disgustedly.