Wellesley's in town again. In what one refers to as the good old days, that was an event. There were pilgrimages to the wooded shores of Lake Waban, and the seekers of beauty danced in the streets, and on the paths of the Yard.
On Tuesday, unheralded, the girls returned. The Supply officers on the campus noted the arrival with pleasure. But in Cambridge, only the cognoscenti who had been in correspondence with the fair departed observed the fact. All the other students just grimaced at the Cliffedweller who sat across the aisle in Gov 4c.
And so, with the grass in the Yard and the seconds on roast beef, another bright feature of Harvard bites the dust. C'est la guerre it says here.