The antiquated telephone system of Randolph and Apthorp House has been a thorn in the flesh of its inmates for some time. Although an attractive notion, it is futile to carry Idealism so far as to consider that college students go to bed at twelve o'clock. Telephone service is as necessary after that hour as before. For the man who has ever been taken ill in the middle of the night and been obliged to reel to the nearest public phone to call a doctor, no further argument is necessary. Then the University, with its usual business acumen and perspicacity, charges for ordinary calls in these buildings on a time basis. The shock of this discovery which comes with the first phone bill is nearly as great to the nervous system as to the bank account.
The occupants of these spacious halls are unfortunate enough in being hedged in from the world-after-dark by the present maze of gates and iron bars without having this last communication cut off.