APOLOGY

It has been for years an ironclad custom among columnists to apologize for something in their first column; their complete unfitness for the job, their awe at replacing such an illustrious predecessor, etc., etc., etc. Never having been one to fly in the face of custom, we too are in an apologetic mood, this time for the meagreness of personal items in this first column. Don't get the idea, however, that we haven't plenty of excuses. For one thing, the already mentioned summer hibernation of Dartmouth men has prevented much spread of news, and the retired, not to say monastic, life which we lead has not improved matters any. For another thing, . . . . well, anyway, we're getting a spy system of sorts organized, and we promise to haunt the club pretty regularly—if they don't remind us too often about those overdue house charges—and things should pick up next month. Any interesting items about New York Dartmoudis left for us at the Club will, we scarcely need add, be greatly appreciated.