Spring-traditionally the season of resurrection, of Christ and love and baseball. On the campuses of the country spring involves another tradition: the reawakening of the radical political consciousness that hibernates during the colder months. As the snow and ice flow down the sewers, the streets once again look, open and inviting for marches and demos. Sometimes even the President is good enough to hand us an issue or two, providing the moral basis for sunbathing on the common with thousands of others.
So spring is here again. The war is still here, as to as been for many springs now. The next months certainly will hold occasions for wiffle ball trips to Fenway, and drives to the Cape. The will also host bombs, death, and destruction around the world. Whether or not they produce strikes, marches, or exams is another story. If there were a strike this yea, the class of 1972 will this year's sleeping collegiate giant.
Meanwhile, take a look. It's nice outside. At lest it's better than it has been.