To be facetious, one might at present divide Dartmouth fraternities into "powerhouses," drinking clubs, and houses where no one goes unless he doesn't have a chance to go anywhere else. Rushing chairmen can talk all they wish about "unified delegation spirit" and "the close-knit group at our house," but not a one of them considers this factor preeminent in their rushing activities. The "power-houses" rush the "big athletes" and the "good guys" and get them, with few exceptions. In doing so they pay little attention to whether freshman football captain Hank Glutz is acquainted with, or might like being acquainted with, Joe Blow, who has endeared himself to the brothers over countless steins of beer at the Taproom. Houses, that would like to be "power-houses," but are not, angle for the lesser known balltoters and javelin-tossers, "sink" four or five, and fill out the rest of their delegation with men who wait until the last minute hoping for a bid from one of the "powerhouses." The third group of fraternities, who have no hope of ever becoming "power-houses," have left, of course, those men who never had a chance to go anywhere else.