New Jersey

THE MEMBERS ARE so engrossed in their preparations for the joint dance with the Princeton Club on Nov. 23rd and the Bull-shoot Thanksgiving that there is only progress to report. Dilkes and O'Brien on the freshman team gave much satisfaction locally.

Ye Old Scribe headed for the Yale game— to observe. Started Friday afternoon with a tattered umbrella, rubbers, and toothbrush; darted in and out of heavy showers; bivouacked in East Haven, Friday night; and called on Dartmouth's fairest rooter in urbe of thirty years ago, who now has three of the 1935 edition well versed about the 46 ex-captains on the freshman squad. Arrived in Bowl early and took position beside two Ethiopian envoys in one of the ends, enabling me to keep the umbrella up. Thus I saw no one but the team. Thus concentrating I got whirling around the saucer. Did not recognize the first touchdown, thought the point after touchdown was a field goal. At the end of the first half I discovered which was the Dartmouth cheering section and side of the field. When the goal posts went with the game still on, I thought it would work a forfeiture against Dartmouth 7-0. In all this spirit of gloom I discovered Dartmouth had won; so down I went to old Aunt Mary in Bridgeport, who used to bed and board me in the B. B. or S. days when I went three times before I saw Princeton beat us. After 29 hours of it her three score and ten proved too much for her and she passed out from exhaustion. I watched over her most of the night and reached Plainfield Monday evening. Was that a Yale game? Was that a Yale game?