Setting his feet squarely on the edge of his desk, adjusting his green eyeshade and squaring his handkerchief, the Vagabond wet his fingers and started leafing through Holiday magazine. He had done this so often that now the pages leaped up as his thumb drew near, leaped up and fell back until the Chosen Spot appeared. Vag wasted little time with the pictures; the article itself moved him more, for hidden there was a great truth and the more he pondered it, the truer it seemed.

Judging by its appearance in Holiday, Harvard had now attained a new status. Descriptions like "Den of Dolts" and "Cloister of Cerebrums" were now old hat. Harvard had become a Resort, and Vag was dumbfounded. Why hadn't someone tipped him off sooner? Why had he gone on believing that Harvard was a struggle, an endurance test, an academic hoop race? Now it turned out that Vag, the academic renegade, had been the only one on the right track and had never realized his good fortune.

There was no time to waste. His new world was ready for use. Thrusting his Holiday under his arm and picking up his Spring Activities Circular, or Catalogue as it was called, Vag started toward the Yard. The day was warm and several couples were lounging on the steps of Emerson; strange the management had forgotten the deck chairs that morning. Vag shook his head reproachfully and looked through the Circular to see what was doing at 11:00. So many interesting things; the management was doing its best to keep everybody occupied. He picked out an activity meeting on the first floor and sallied in, nodding to some of the younger people as he took off his sun glasses.

"The lectures in this course," started the professor when the group was quiet, "will not be concerned with facts. That sort of thing will be found in the reading. Rather, I will introduce as many interpretations and, ah, insights of my own as the time allows. The subjects of the lecture will be decided after consultation with, ah, you.

"This list I am passing out now is self-explanatory, but I will do my best to tell you about it. All the reading is optional, and the material which will be included on the exams also optional, is underlined. If you turn the page upside down and look at it in eandelight, the management's wine list will appear. Don't worry about it; you will not be held responsible."

The Vagabond smiled happily. Holiday had provided the revelation he had been waiting for all his days. He busied himself thinking of a way to post its pages on his grey flannels.