THE OTHER SIDE
The intellectual life, as we may have noted above, has been a vigorous one over the course of the year. Some of it has centered upon immediate political and economic issues, but most of it has run the old, old range of campus chatter. We hold with our statement of last month, however, when we said that the habitual excresences of campus thought (a little more frenzied than usual in the fall) are beginning to burn themselves away in their own hectic hot air, and that a New Deal's a-coming. If the Wonder Class of 1934, as its spokesmen are wont to call it, has done but little to- ward the intellectual progress of the undergraduate College, it has at least provided a firm foundation, clear of much rubbish, upon which succeeding classes can get some real construction erected.
Strides in the Hanover culture market have been fairly definite. It has not been possible, however, largely for factors noted above, to infuse a very heartening or coordinated amount of enthusiasm into it. The concerts have been drawing the usual audiences; the Players' symposium on the history of the drama has met with its own small response; The Junto is furnishing the usual run of speakers. Incidentally, John T. Flynn's dramatic exposure of graft in Big Business failed to elicit even a mild gasp from Dartmouth undergraduates, apparently thoroughly disillusioned by now.
A new development was the reawakened interest in the theatre, as evidenced by the fact that fully fifteen fraternities entered plays in the annual competition this March, as opposed to six last year. Mr. E. B. Watson also announced a record entrance-list in the student-written one-act play contest.
The publications, previously reviewed, have had a routine time of it. The most heartening event of the year, of course, was the appearance of Steeplejack. This new journal may in time accomplish the almost impossible feat of forcing the mealymouthed daily into some sort of definite and consistent convictions. On the other hand, the youngest publication may be a flower of but one blooming—and that because of emergency—and might not survive the torpor of summer. It has nevertheless served an actual need on the campus in its brief life so far.
