Neatest Trick of the Year: Yardling Dines With Faculty
Last semester, a Yardling, and a religious breakfast attender by the way, got the usual permission about the middle of the term to eat his morning meats in the Union rather than have to take the long walk down to Dunster House.
An early riser, he generally went to breakfast alone. But he knew not the way to the Union and the building where he went to eat was in reality the Faculty Club. For four consecutive mornings he ate, unknowingly, among the pundits until a compatriot went along with him ont day and pointed out his error.
When last soon, our friend was carrying the biggest map of Harvard you ever saw up to his room.