QUICK, HENRY!

It is pretty generally agreed that one does not feel at his all time best on the Monday after Carnival. There is often a brighter shade of pink than usual about the eyes and a slight unsteadines in the gait. Imagine our horror, then, when we walked into the Baker Library on Monday morning and found a long-necked pink whizzleworp looking down upon us from the wall and nearby a blue seal perched upon a cactus. Our head started buzzing and whirling and we leaned upon a nearby librarian to steady ourselves. Then suddenly the truth dawned upon us. We were looking upon an exhibtion of Doctor Theophrastus Seuss '25. Here were the monstrosities which we had seen in advertisements for years but in all the fantastic colors which terrorize the uncautious guzzler . . . and NOT A FLIT GUN HANDY! We passed on or out, we don't remember just which.

We were tremendously pleased to find that a zealous staff had kept The Dart, lone purely literary vehicle on the campus, from the extinction with which it was threatened. Unfortunately, the group to which The Dart appeals, as a sort of market place of literary ideas and laboratory of craftsmanship, is only too limited.