MILLENIUM

Once again to skeptical undergraduates comes the news that the railroad powers that be have ordained a new depot to take the place of the architectural outrage that for several generations has saddened travelers who have been unfortunate enough to be forced to alight at White River Junction, Vt. We hear rumors of an edifice the grandeur of which will surpass the temples of Greece and the villas of Rome, but we still feel certain that the present shanty is as permanent as the Connecticut River or Slim Connors, and we expect to see all three still extant if we should return here a thousand years from now.

Dormitory lights are beginning to burn far into the night, books which have lain unnoticed for months are beginning to be pored over once more and totally strange notes are beginning to be deciphered. In other words, the examination period is upon us once more. Once again, too, we are blessed with a continuance of that new old tradition, the three-day reading period.