With Other Editors

When Romeyn Berry, Cornell graduate manager, gave up his weekly column in the Cornell Alumni News there was sorrowing among Cornellians and also in the ranks of those outsiders who had grown to anticipate the arrival of the News and its "Sports Stuff." After a considerable lapse during which the magazine has been lacking in the wit and philosophy of Rim Berry's writings a successor to his distinguished contributions has appeared. "Just Looking Around" is now a weekly feature of the Cornell News. The column is signed by one Rundschauer whose sayings are becoming justly famous as may be justified by the following two installments:

Perhaps, when your son has come home from college, circumstances have brought into being a little family game of poker. And perhaps you have been shocked to discover your son trying to draw two to fill a straight, or raising your pat hand on a high pair, or demanding deuces wild. And you have wondered what he is learning in college after all. What kind of education is it, you protest, that turns out a man without even a knowledge of the language of poker? "My son," you sorrow, "plays poker like a woman!"

Poker, indeed, has dimmed and faded in the young men's daily lives. But, as Bruce Barton wittily puts it, human nature does not change. The old gaming instinct shows itself, in every fraternity and lodging house, in the form of bridge. And plenty of the young men play the game with the wisdom and finesse of the masters.

It is part of a social change, undergraduate as well as graduate. Poker is a broad, coarse, sprawling, Early American game. It goes with cigars, spittoons, vests, outdoor epithets, stag parties, whisky, and river steamboats. Bridge, on the contrary, is a game for low voices and careful manners. The courteous tradition of whist, its forefather, still hangs about it. It goes with cigarettes, evening clothes, ladies in feathered derbies, cocktails, and transatlantic liners. It is part of our repudiation of the pioneer tradition and the general enthusiasm for an English-type culture popularized through Hollywood.

Meanwhile the University Club, oblivious of social change, continues to play chess.

And another clipping from Rundschauer in "Just Looking Around": Last Sunday an Ithaca burgher discovered that his Ford roadster was missing from its curbside station, where it would sit and await the Master's pleasure. Fearing the worst, he reported his loss to the police. On Monday the officials recaptured the car with its driver, a junior in the College of Agriculture. He was held in $5OO bail, for lack of which he passed the night in the grim purlieus of the County Jail. In the morning he was brought into the City Court and charged with grand larceny. And he defended himself with these great words:

"I only borrowed the car to take my girl to church."

The Ithaca burgher, his wrath suddenly appeased, took second thought concerning the value of his car. He reduced its estimated worth; the charge was changed from grand larceny to petty larceny; the Recorder fined the junior in the College of Agriculture $50; and the junior in the College of Agriculture took the street car up the Hill, where, no doubt, he had a bad half hour with his Godfearing girl.

Each of us may draw what moral he will from this little story. To the junior, clearly, a holy purpose sanctifies a deed on which society commonly frowns. To many students, we fear, the "borrowing" of a motor-car for some temporary need does not rank as a crime but as a whim. This theory of transportation—what may be called the Help Urself System—has already given rise to some painful misunderstandings. The philosopher may reflect on the social phenomenon that churchgoers must go to their devotions by motor, and no longer, as to the shrine of Ste. Anne d'Auray, on their knees.

The moral drawn by the Ithaca burgherand by Rundschauer—is: Lock your car.

DARTMOUTH'S WEEK-END

The Boston Herald heralded the approach of some hundreds of Dartmouth undergraduates for the Harvard game week-end in the following editorial:

This has been "getting-ready-to-go-to-Boston" week up at Hanover, N. H. Road- sters have been polished, time tables thumbed and prospective "hitch-hikers," stout of heart and weak of purse, have speculated on what route the most generous motorists travel. Possibly Cornell is now officially considered Dartmouth's principal rival, perhaps the Stanford game is the outstanding game on this season's schedule, but deep in the feelings of most alumni and undergraduates the Harvard game remains the great athletic event of the year. If Harvard is defeated, all is not lost, even though the big green may trail everywhere else.

The rivalry, moreover, has become one of the healthiest and best-natured on American gridirons. The day when every Dartmouth sophomore believed all Harvard men wore monocles and spats, and when Cambridge considered the inhabitants of Hanover as a strange boorish clan of hay-shakers and Eskimos, has happily passed. The two colleges cling to their separate ways, but each now understands that they have much in common. Each began as a small New England college, and, although one got to the top a little before the other, they are still guided by essentially the same traditions and the same attitude toward scholarship and life. And on the football field they possess the key to good sportsmanship—competition between equals and friends.

The game with Harvard, while the principal magnet, is not the only attraction. Boston is Dartmouth's "home city." Despite the increasingly country-wide origin of its students —as this year's freshman class has a youngster from Mississippi, every state has now sent at least one son to Hanover—and while Massachusetts boys no longer have the predominating representation of a few years ago, Boston remains the leading Dartmouth centre of the country. Here many of its alumni hold positions of first importance in public service, the professions, and business. A large number of its young graduates come here every year to start their life work or to continue their studies at Harvard and Boston University. Boston is indeed so much like Hanover—or so unlike it!—that a group of the younger Dartmouth men have felt compelled to carry on the famous Outing Club's tradition by building a cabin and camp for themselves on a pond near Groton!

Some people may think that the college's remarkable rise to its present national popularity is due to the success of its football teams. Others may attribute it to its pioneering in capitalizing New England snowstorms and making winter an asset instead of a liability. Still others may stress the simplicity and democracy of student-life at Hanover. But not a few alumni and friends of the college believe that perhaps the strongest reason lies in the wisdom of its president for the last fifteen years, Ernest Martin Hopkins. A young man when he assumed his task, he has grown in breadth of outlook and understanding with his college. He may well be proud of it, for it reflects his work and his ideals.

ASSOCIATED HARVARDCLUBS

Readers of the Harvard Alumni Bulletin cannot fail to be impressed by the thorough and attractive way in which matters of interest to Harvard men are presented in that publication. Its editorials are ably written on subjects well chosen and the same may be said of the variety of articles featuring the weekly issues. An occasional supplement to the Bulletin proves to be of particular interest. Such a one was the report of the proceedings at the thirty-third meeting of the Associated Harvard Clubs held at St. Louis last spring. In the form of a 94-page booklet this exhaustive report accompanied the issue of October 2.

A three-day program is followed each year at the annual meeting of the Harvard Clubs representatives from the various sections of the country. The conference is held in a different city each year and is attended by ad- ministrative and faculty officials of the university.

IN NEW DRESS

Three alumni magazines have appeared in new dress this year. These are the AlumniBulletin of Massachusetts State College, the New Hampshire Alumnus of the University of New Hampshire, and the Technology Review published at M. I. T. The first two named are distinct departures from a previous format and represent a decided improvement in appearance and legibility. At Tech the standard has long been high. In fact all other college magazines have, for some time, marvelled at the general excellence of the Review and now have greater reason for marvelling because of the even superior effect given by the recent change.

The question of typography is an important one to any magazine. Alumni publications are no exception. When the Dartmouth magazine adopted its present make-up three years ago the unanimous comment was that an advance had been made. While no immediate change is now contemplated the opportunity for improvement is always pres ent.

HITLESS WONDERS

Commenting upon one of the most interesting football seasons in a good many years of Dartmouth athletic history the BaltimoreSun had the following to say editorially November 15:

On Saturday football moved one week nearer to its seasonal climax and conclusion with a great variety of happenings. Baltimoreans saw Notre Dame temper victory with mercy in defeating a stubborn Navy team. Pittsburgh completed the rout of the service teams by beating Army worse than it has been beaten in two decades. Tulane took the edge off of a lot of sentiment about Georgia's previously victorious eleven. Harvard went on to another lean triumph over Holy Cross, and so on.

But the team that really seems the most amazing and colorful of the lot is Dartmouth's. Years ago the baseball world was agog over the exploits of a championship Chicago White Sox club that was known as the "hitless wonders." Dartmouth is scarcely a championship team, but it is the counterpart of baseball's hitless wonders.

On three successive weeks it has met three powerful teams—Yale, Harvard and Cornell. It has tied, lost and won, and in every case has provided a surprise. Yale was far ahead, 33 to 10, when Dartmouth came on with a rush and scored 23 points. Harvard was barely able to win by a single point, 7-6. And yesterday Cornell, previously unbeaten and conqueror of the Columbia team that had overthrown Dartmouth, lost to the Hanoverians, 14 to 0. Against Yale, Dartmouth made only 13 yards rushing, against 234; against Harvard only 25, against 243; against Cornell 102 to 126. First downs against the three teams, even counting forward-passing gains, totaled but fifteen, as against Yale, Harvard and Cornell's total of forty-one. Yet Dartmouth scored a total of fifty-three points against their forty and lost only one game by just that thinnest possible margin.

In short, while being consistently overpowered and outgained, Dartmouth yet man- aged to make tremendous and exciting fights, scare her foes to death and take a high position in the East. It is not so consistent and artistic a record as Notre Dame's, but in a way it is even more interesting.

LAYING CORNER STONE OF BUTTERFIELD 1895 DR. TUCKER READING