"Chester Noyes Greenough" can stay, proctors in Standish Hall decided recently. Chester is a marmoset--one of the monkey family, and the pet of the Freshmen. But Chester's cousin, J. Leslie Hotson McGrew, a ring-tailed monkey, who was less fortunate, was banished some time ago.
There is a college ruling against keeping dogs in dormitory rooms, and by a devious process J. Leslie was ruled, because of his size and biting ability, to be equivalent to a dog. Many Freshmen sympathize with the owners in their loss, but the proctors pity only the goodies.
The goodies have not been helpless, however. About a week ago the particular goodie who was forced to put up with the monkeyshines rebelled. She handed the owner's broom and said. "There, you can clean up yourselves so help me! I'm not going in that room."
When the ring-tailed McGrew was a member of the menagerie he had 26 companions. Though they were not mentioned in the official edict, most of them went with "J. Leslie", Since that time several have passed away inadvertently.
"Chester Noyes Greenough" was responsible. First he caught one of the chameleons. "Eva", and then he reached one of the canaries, which died unnamed. Most of the other pets were shipped away, out of reach of the killer. But Chester was not even punished, for his owners have not yet discovered what will punish his irrepressible spirit.
All the others were difficult to feed, but Chester can forage for himself. Chewing gum and erasers are his favorite delicacies. All the menagerie could live on fish-food, however, the Freshman menagerie owners insist.
The fish for whom the food was bought are long gone. Originally there were seventeen of them. But the smaller ones were eaten by the larger until six pickerel and two sunfish remained in the bath-tub, which was their home.
Of course the owners were unable to use their own tub under the circumstances. But they raised no objection. Their friends, forced to lend them baths, gradually tired of the arrangement and agitated for the death of the fish.
The menagerie has gradually dwindled as has the furniture. J. L. H McGrew held a record of two broken glasses a day. He liked to see the pieces fly. And one day the telephone went the way of the glasses. Yet the Freshman menagerie owners declare that next year they are going to have a real too in their rooms.