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The Undergraduate Chair

FEBRUARY 1932 W. H. Ferry '32
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The Undergraduate Chair
FEBRUARY 1932 W. H. Ferry '32

Crowds of extremely unvigorous vacationers viewed white and chilly Hanover on the day of their return with great anticipation. Taxis skidded back from the June, and the long parallel lines across the fields by the side of the road promised new and fresh things.

"Ah," quoth the arrivals, "After I get caught up a bit, etc., etc., then for a little skiing. . . ." Youth, youth, could you have foreseen that this January was going to be a March! Honestly, we're getting pretty discouraged, for even as we write the thermometer registers an awful 59 degrees above zero, an unprecedented warmth for these regions. The snow has gone, and it is rumored that a petition is on its way to the Administration Building, a petition asking for the establishment of a ferry system across the campus to be provided for out of the slush fund, not to paraphrase a quip which some of you men must have scorned back in the '90s. We are becoming quite weary of the sneering letters which dot our mail these days. . . . "Yah, you're a winter-sports college awright. ..." It's all very well and good to have homegrown cracks cast at us, for they are the logical byproduct of Hanover's principal conversational staple, but when one of our so-called friends from the south, hearing of the virtual non-appearance of our special season, sent us a. pair of rubbers "For the Captain of the Winter Sports Team," we decided that it had gone far enough, and like our friend Joe Truman at the corner, we forthwith went out to shovel the dusky remainder of our snow into a shady corner of the yard, there to cherish it unto the bitter end.

And, while we are almost on the subject, let us here lay down that the proposition (as well as the urge) to "get caught up" is a snare and a delusion. We know that in the majority of cases this process is merely chasing one's desire to "do a little work" for weary days on end, until somehow or other the end of the semester comes, and somehow or other we have just managed to pursue this elusive desire far enough.