All our fond hopes of seeing Hanover's doughtiest go forth in their new equipment were crashed when the Sigma Chi House picked the ungodly hour of five-thirty A.M. to get itself on fire. As a matter of fact, we agree that no one can be very doughty on these chill mornings, and a chill morning it was, too. So many different stories have arisen concerning the way the fire started, the way it spread, the manner in which men leaped from story to story in a frantic charge for safety that we have decided to leap all the stories and tell you only that it was a blinger as fires go not so spectacular or sentimentally valuable as the White Church blaze last Spring, of course, but then, we must consider too that the White Church could offer nothing in the way of disconsolate fraternity brothers standing around in clammy wet pyjamas rendering dubious consolation one to another. The building was completely gutted, and many of the men living in the house lost everything they owned.
Not the least conspicuous work there was done by the Student Volunteer Fire Department. To tell the truth, one of our most vivid memories is that of shining young faces appearing here, there, and all over, from out smoke-filled windows and in blazing doorways, or standing over the free dispensary and guzzling down coffee and doughnuts in huge quantities. However, they did notable work, as is their wont, and they remain perhaps the most efficient student organization, all told, in Hanover.