Dartmouth—As It Was Sixty Years Ago

It is truly the mark of sophistication never to admithumble origins. The Rhoda Who Ran A Pagoda (Shesold cake and lemon and soda)—and then later havingmade a good marriage and having achieved Society inquires scornfully What Is a Pagoda? (the chorus addingparenthetically—Where They Sell Cake, and Lemon andSoda). There are many Rhodas in the world, even amonginstitutions. Most colleges had humble origins thoughthey don't admit it in their bulletins or catalogues, andit's a good healthy thing for colleges and individuals tohave brought before them some memories of the days whensophistication was still in its Age of auto-less and radioless Innocence. And so with us. In 1868 every manchopped his own wood, save those who lived in the GoldCoast-Reed Hall. Cane rushes, pranks, and daily recitations were ordinary events of college life. Rut let ProfessorBartlett tell another of his delightful stories.

IF WISHES WERE HORSES But horses haven't vanished from Hanover's Main Street even in these motor days. This is Cobb's store. These columns are now on the Phi Gamma Delta House.