The old carved round tabletops decorate the walls, while present students whittle their way through a new set. The tradition of communal drinking still survives in Mory' "Green Cup", containing champagne, and other potents known only to the brewers.

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Mory's is still a private club, and about as private as the men's room in Grand Central. Almost any upperclassman can join, by countersigning two friends who are members and waiting until his application blank acquires the proper degree of mustiness.

Even non-members have the run of the house on weekends. Since money rarely changes hands inside the clapboard walls, and payment are made via monthly bills, visitors find it easy to pass their debts onto half-willing newly-met members.

Small rooms give Mory's an intimsey that Cronin's misses. The big difference is the steady signing from every table, a recreation banned by law in Boston. Yale is the singingest college in the East, and Mory's gathers music waves like a sonar machine. If a person isn't singing, he's hushing his friends to hasp someone else sing.

The Whiffenpoofs, Yale's most famous if not best singing group, harmonizes every Monday evening. Some of their songs were first sung in the Wooetes Street alehouse in 1865.