THE ROUND-HOUSE RODEO

Cambridge has been variously compared, poetically and otherwise, with famous and infamous places under the sun. But what the announcer of, the Arena would refer to as the "exh-o-bition" on Thuesday evening definitely endows the Square with the new honors of a rodeo scholarship.

The lowing herds which have gladdened the eye of homesick Greek mountaineers in Cambridge from time immemorial, have come to be accepted as part of the setting like the green sacks of the first year Law men, or the chimneys of the power station which form the uprights of a possible H. But on Tuesday evening the herds cut loose and in the stampede for safety, which followed there was a charge on the Round-house without parallel.

The scene was worthy of Zane Grey or the author of "Gunsight Pass"; thousands driven down into the subways for safety, fences broken down and traffic held up in every direction, and all twelve of the Cambridge police force functioning as cowboys, armed with lassoes and lying in wait behind mail-boxes.

The quiet finally restored at midnight, when all but five of the escaped herd had been captured, was a troubled quiet. Many a worthy burgher slept out the night behind doors well-bolted and barricaded and with reason. Even the old fashioned distinction between Cambridge proper and Cambridge improper has vanished. What are we to expect next?