Exodus

It is with deep regret that this column wishes to announce two things: the first, that a vast architectural change in the scheme of Webster Hall has thrust into the not-very-cold streets of Hanover outraged families, who have in years past so ably hallmarked that building, a habit which their new locale hasn't tended to break in the least. The second—and this hurts us muchis that the local paper (The Dartmouth) scored a scoop on the Undergraduate Chair in this matter. This they chortled about for a few days, conveniently forgetting that pigeons had longtime been provender for their prolific pipsqueaks who, like us, had nothing else to write about.

Meanwhile they made editorial play after play on words and meanings, astounding the campus with their daring, in which they approached dat old debbil Jacko. At any rate, we felt it our duty to proclaim the passing of an institution ("an' Plenty a' other dam' things," to quote smiling Wilbur, the janitor) which has so long provided the Jacko with a firm foundation, The Dartmouth with a reliable editorial font, and concerts in general an interesting sidelight in the way of local color.

D. O. C. AT FRANCONIA