Didjahavagoodvacashun?

That was the universal greeting as the 2,200 Dartmouth undergraduates came streaming into Hanover toward the end of September for the opening of College. We forsook the lure of foreign lands, of mountain and seaside resorts, left our thousand-and-one summer jobs, and headed for Hanover plain. We had a good summer but for the forty days of rain. And now that Sacco and Vanzetti are international heroes; that long distance flights have simmered down to the question "to fly or not to fiy?"; that "I do not choose" is now a national saying and that Tunney has licked Dempsey, we come back looking forward to nine months of rest and quiet now before us.

Never before had any of the returning students seen so many changes in the appearance of the town. The new Baker Memorial Library tower we could see from afar, a new dormitory was shooting up on Tuck Drive next to Hitchcock, a new science building was going up between Russell Sage and Main Street, the Nugget had a handsome new entrance, new sidewalks were laid on many streets, and the campus was bisected by a deep trench for the new heat pipes. By working overtime, however, this trench was filled in before the sophomore-freshman fight. Downtown a new soda fountain establishment called "The Wigwam" was opened next to Storrs' bookstore, where Bill Brock's poolroom and barber shop had formerly been located. The backers of the new enterprise are "Rip" Heneage, John Piane and F. F. Davison.