KILL THE REF!

The boys, by the way, have been showing genuine concern for Dartmouth welfare of late. Tremendous crowds jammed into the gymnasium to see the Big Green nose out Princeton at basketball and be nosed out in turn by Pennsylvania. Both occasions were marked by heart-warming excitement and by even more heart-warming loyalty to the team.

No mother, we believe, watches over her little ones in quite the way a Dartmouth basketball audience watches over its team. The Messrs. Kraszewski, Bonniwell, Miller, Edwards, and Stangle—who can take care of themselves pretty well, thank you—are, to the average spectator, in constant danger of mayhem on the part of their opponents, and the referees are beyond all doubt crooks, or at least, blind. And Lord help any strange player, like Mr. Kellett of Pennsylvania, who attempts to "start something" with one of "our boys"! The prompt action of Coach Stark alone prevented a subsequent inquest.

But it is all healthy fun, and good it certainly is to see the student body at large united in common cause once again. And yet, such groupings are not rare at present, what with thousands of students fighting madly every day in Baker for just one look at the Orozco frescoes.