The Undergraduate Chair

After several weeks of fine weather, we feel emboldened to come forth and announce without fear of a blustering wintry denial that spring has come to Hanover. Our old friend Zephirus has been inspiring into every holt and heath and we are being constantly warmed and made to expand into some form of blitheness by one of the best of yonge sonnes. And with these conditions prevailing, as the story runs "longen folk to goon on pilgrimages." Nor are the gay, carefree laddies of the Hanover plain any exception to the Chaucerian axiom.

After the Easter vacation there was evident a sizeable increase in the number of student automobiles which were cluttering up the elm vaulted streets and forming insurmountable obstacles to the traverser of what only a few weeks previous had been tranquil campus walks. Now with each week-end their use becomes more and more obvious. These are none others than the dastardly vehicles which deprive us of the laughter, voices and shouts of youths at play which had served to gladden the week-end campus and the absence of which makes the town a mere shell of its week-day self. At least there is some consolation in the thought that Northampton, Wellesley and Poughkeepsie are brightened by the exuberance which is denied us.