S. A. T. C. MEMORIES.

The days of the S. A. T. C. are now over. For nearly three months the men enrolled in the Corps did harder work and led a more regular life than ever before was their experience or expectation; even in this short time friendships, were formed which will never be forgotten; character has been moulded which cannot fall to have its effect on the later years of the men's lives. Now all this has been brought to a close, and although khaki uniforms may still be seen for a few months in the vicinity of the Yard, all but a few traces of the former organization have forever disappeared.

It may be true that none of the men will express any open regret at the disbanding of the S. A. T. C.; to rise, eat, work, and go to bed at the call of the bugle was not a pleasant experience for those unaccustomed to such a stringent routine. As an attempt to combine academic with military work, the S. A. T. C. cannot be adjudged a success; the level of scholarship as shown by the records at the Office has visibly declined. But in spite of all these difficulties, real or imagined, let us hope that the days which have been spent in military drill on the banks of the Charles will not easily be forgotten.

Perhaps it will be some time when the national anthem or a Harvard march is being played by the band; perhaps it will be when a line of veterans passes by on parade; perhaps it will be before the glowing fireside where old age looks out over the past,--then the memory of some humorous and forgotten incident or the thought of a friend will rise out of the obscurity of the past and lend to the mind that inward satisfaction that comes from the assurance of a youth well spent.

Here's to the days of the S. A. T. C.; "the days that are no more!"