INTRAMURALS

Intramurals we've given almost enough space to, but when we consider the number who really play in and enjoy the tournaments and leagues which the department arranges and compare it to the number who are in varsity sports, we feel that they can't get enough time. Daily, wet or dry, cold or hot, the campus is covered with avid and vociferous touch-footballers, for there are fraternity and dormitory games going on all the time. It is such sights as those which make us glad we are where we are, for we can remember no time in Cambridge or New Haven to choose the conventional examples when we could see anything going on not under wraps the restraint, unnatural as it is for us, has always snubbed us. That just by the bye we're just putting in our vote for this bunch and they are unendowed, too!

We are not able to give in this issue our customary review of that sheet that keeps the campus alive and fairly rolling with laughter, the Jacko, for in its customary reluctant fashion it has refused to appear perhaps only to frustrate us. We think that we will stop in and waken the editor on the way up town to see if he knows that there is an issue due just about now, and that the campus is on its toes in anticipation . . .

Sometimes we suspect that the "Hollow Thunder" often quoted in our Dartmouth is caused by the futile beating of editorial heads on the wall in quest of something new (or preferably, old) under the sun. For example, among other antiques we have that halfhearted cry against the fraternity system as it now stands, an editorial font long since run dry. Student sentiment crystallized some time ago into an apathetic acceptance of the condition as is. On the other hand, this same sentiment daily continues to be outraged by the prodigious prices which the local food emporiums obtain for their" snacks and the dubious quality of said snacks has long been an established tradition here. In the distant past The Dartmouth threatened a campaign on this, but the editorial breaths are still being held at the novelty of the idea, we surmise. On still another hand, we do resent having space-filling edits flung in our faces, which, for lack of something or other, continue to harp against our so-called silly pseudoculture cults. This gets us particularly hot in view of the fact that the majority of the men in college are really ardent devotees of the great outdoors in some form or other. "A Murrain On Muezzin Calls to Culture" pronounces The Dartmouth and continues:

"From time to time this column has bugled rather noisily about the menace of the Outing Club over-organizing this business of landscape appreciation.

"In the same manner there is much more to be said about the over-organization of aetheticism. Just as regularly as the Faithful are called to prayer so is Dartmouth College called to culture from its eating clubs."

It causes us to stop and wonder whether Dartmouth has always been a college of second-hand poetry-purveyors and synthetic appreciators; we wouldn't say so just offhand.

Palaeopitus held its Activity Night to introduce the freshman class to the opportunities presented here extra-curricularly, and the Outing Club, as the importance of its position warrants, had a night of its own to present to 1955 the phases of the work of the organization and it might be construed as a proof of the short outburst above that more freshmen turned out for the latter meeting than for the former.