The Undergraduate Chair

October is a fleeting month—it comes, and is gone with a few vivid memories of Boston, New Haven, house parties and mid semester hour exams. Football is in the air and that same air is at its keenest and clearest in Hanover. We live from one weekend to the next catching up sleep here and there, training for the following weekend and consulting metropolitan papers for news of opponents' camps. And as the first weeks of November draw the gridiron season to its close and All-American suggestions bring to light the usual army of sports writers, Dartmouth settles back to normalcy again.

Although this department has nothing to do with athletics we cannot forbear from one or two whispered reflections on the subject. The Harvard weekend this year was somewhat quieter than usual probably due to the perverse elements. We did not mind riding down to Boston all the way in a rumble seat in the rain, but it did not have to pour all day Saturday without ceasing. Many and ingenious were the costumes rigged up to keep spectators warm. Boston stores selling southwesters must have thought Noah had been subsidized for a second expedition. But the crowd came to the game and nearly filled the stadium and the only thing we missed was the lighting up of cigarettes in the third quarter, a sight which in the past has ever given us a thrill.

Down at Yale the next week the team seemed to go out of their way to keep Albie unhurt. We like Yale men, we admire their clean playing, their sophistication, their maturity; we would not go to Yale because Dartmouth is Dartmouth, but we like Yale men.

"JUNE MOON" Mrs. H. R. Heneage, Miss Betty McWhood, Alan Hewitt, '34, Edward Pastore '3l, and E. V. F. Johnson '32, in the Fall House-Parties' production of the Players, November 7 and 8