PRESS

The fall of 1939 lends a bewildering touch of the Princeton-Yale-Harvard manner of dress to a Hanover once resplendent in overalls. The principal clothiers of the town are featuring better materials and higher prices. On the streets we hear for the first time in our college career the small talk of the well dressed man, of "shetlands," and "whalebones," of "herring bones," and "tailored by." Dress has become for the first time at Dartmouth, not a physical consideration, but mental and spiritual as well.

Time was when Dartmouth men had a blue suit for Sunday, a sweater and slacks for weekdays. The transition has come suddenly and strangely; we're not sure we like it; we certainly can't explain it, and our heart goes out to the individual caught between two eras, risking a split personality as he is buffered back and forth between the old and the new, not knowing where to turn. We have in mind a man we saw at Sunday dinner. Dressed in a new tweed jacket, of whalebone pattern, and wearing the black knit tie, he pulled from his pocket a large and faded red bandana, and just a little self-consciously wiped his nose. -The Daily Dartmouth.