The dull monotony of a class in German A was broken momentarily yesterday as one of the readers stumbled upon this rather savory bit of stage directions encountered in a play they were reading: "Kussen sich. Es lautet. Sie springen auf."

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The characters in this story are two--a Freshman Proctor and a lady guest. Having invited the young lady to the graduate dance at Radcliffe and finding the affair extremely boring he very gallantly suggested they depart to more pleasanter surroundings--his room in the Yard. Returning rather late that evening the young lady when questioned by her friends explained where she had been. Asked what had kept her so late, she replied, "the Freshmen were having a fire drill and I was left for a long time alone in the room." And do the Freshmen have fire drills?