POINT OF HONOR

Whence comes this seeming prestige that vainglorious Lowell tower should blaze with incandescent light so many, many nights while Dunster, Adams, and Eliot towers carve but grey and humble silhouettes in the midnight sky? Whence comes the warrant for this lone, flamboyant panoply? Lowell House, is't not enough to curdle the bowels of the earth with the hellish bells?

Hail! doughty men of Dunster, men of the blood-capped tower of Dunster, have thy flood-lamps burnt out? Replace them! Replace them! Let not thy mind be dimmed by any weak blue haze. And ye able men of Adams, men with hearts of gold, rise above the ethereal blue and shine! Even though ye be a House divided, ye cannot fall. Turn on the lights. Assert thyselves! Ho! eager men of Eliot, ye Green Knights of metrical romance, where is thy chivalry, thy honor? Gawain is thy peer, no blue haired fairy of Pinochio. Light up! Light up!