SPAGHETTI

Several days ago there appeared upon the campus a ruddy-faced, middle-aged Italian who traveled about selling plaster figuresskulls in the form of pipe racks, of tobacco jars, of book ends. Unfamiliar, he went about making a few sales here and there. Business was bad, he said, worse than he had ever seen it before. To this strange new generation he is known as Amerigo Bernardi. To men of another era, he was loved, cherished and welcomed as "Johnny Spaghetti." He has come back from Italy for a few months to see his daughter and son-in-law and grandchild in Boston and is making his old rounds for the last time. His conversation is full of the names of men who have long since departed from Hanover .. . Oberlander, Sage, Tully, Robertson, Murphy. He tells of warming his toes at a fire in the old Alpha Delt house. He succeeds in working up a few raffles, but his trade is not very brisk. These new youngsters are reserved and strange toward him. He is soon going back to Italy, he says. It is there only that the warm sun makes relaxation a pleasure and gives the grapes that certain flavor which is requisite for the vino that he loves so well.