A common nuisance is the man who can't play the piano but who does. Almost any night he may be found in the Living Room of the Union, filling the air with chords which are more noteworthy for their vigor than for their accuracy. When once he starts, all study is at an end; the fresh air is the only refuge from his onslaught. Such a man is cousin to the magazine mangler and blood brother of the noisy card player. Society, in college and out, tolerates such men because they apparently get some innocent happiness out of such a performance, but it wishes, nevertheless, that energy thus employed were expended at a more discreet time or in a better cause.