A QUESTION OF CHEERS.
Each college seems to vie with the others in its strivings after idiocy in compounding its private cheer. All of their cheers begin with the "rah, rah, rah," and are distinguished from one another by different additions. The students of Columbia repeat each letter of the name of their college, and seem to think they have done well in convincing those who hear their revolting cheet that they can spell at least one word correctly. The Williams students finish their cheer with the words "Willyums, yams, yums," and the students of-
But why multiply examples of this "babble of Dead Sea apes." The old hurrah is obsolete, and, so far, as our colleges are concerned, what sounds like the incoherent ravings of idiocy has taken its place. This is a very sad state of things. Our future as a nation will be gloomy indeed unless we abandon the "rahs," the "rockets," and the idiotic sentences which have taken the place of the old mouth-filling and earappalling hurrah. We shall deserve no respect at the throats of hurrahing nations, and we shall even be despised by the Frenchman, who although he tries to cheer by expressing a wish that somebody or something may live, has at least never descended to "rockets," or to such hideous yells as "Willyums, yams, yums."