Vigilance Committee

The sophomore Vigilance Committee, formed a few months back, has, through a conscientious pursuit of its duties, acquired a formidable reputation with the members of the class on whose hatless heads their punishments fall. From the time of the formation of the body, there had been no active flouting of or disrespect for their authority. It is easily imagined, then, what complete consternation prevailed when, on the occasion of the last meeting of the body, the door of the organization's room was opened, immediately to fling an horrific stench directly into the faces of the august members standing without—without their tempers, in most cases. With characteristic forthrightness, the room was aired out, and, it has been ruefully reported to us, the meeting proceeded with commendable briskness. It is rumored that they feel the end of their power approacheth —and in proportion as this event grows nearer, each plebeian surface presented for consideration is given all it has coming to it, and, as the case may be, sometimes a little more. The sulphate stinkadore surely showed the surly sophomores something, though, and the editorial and Vox Pop columns of The Dartmouth chortled over it for some days.