The Undergraduate Chair

February starts sensationally with Carnival and the headlong expression of all the pent-up forces of social unrest which tend to accumulate in our remote village life. Superficially and Puritanically speaking, it may even resemble an orgy. But in reality it is just a glorious, harmless undergraduate blowoff. And it is, of course, no end of fun.

To be more accurate, February starts lazily with the carefree inertia of the post-examination reaction. Then, suddenly gathering momentum, it flares up into Carnival, and then subsides exhausted into the usual quiet academic routine, relieved by the usual genial Dartmouth methods-of socially wasting time, while Hanover regains its usual more or less pastoral flavor. Thus do we epitomize February.