The Dartmouth undergraduate turns for a moment from the ceaseless grind of books to talk politics. There is not one student in Dartmouth but is ready and fully competent to tell the country who ought to be our next president, and why. He wears, for the most part, either a Taft button or a Roosevelt button and looks with scorn and a certain lofty pity at his classmate of the other party. A few loyal Democrats climb to the belfry of Rollins chapel and shout for Wilson. Others loudly proclaim that they are for Debs, or it may be Gompers, though we would suspect the supporters of the last-named gentleman of sacrificing conviction to originality. At any rate, all this political enthusiasm among Dartmouth undergraduates indicates that they are not sleeping, oblivious to the great questions of the day. A Taft club has been organized, as well as a Roosevelt club. Both have many supporters, regular officers, and committees, and are really working as best they may. for their respective candidates. Speakers have been procured from outside to arouse undergraduate enthusiasm, and letters of encouragement and support have been sent to the respective campaign headquarters.