THE COLLEGE

The Wet Down Gauntlet has been run, the Barrett Cup awarded, and the new members of Palaeopitus sworn in at the stump of the Old Pine. The fraternity baseball games on the campus are getting close to the finals, and the seniors, mixing cane carving with their lazy watching, are doubly thankful for the happy spring afternoons, for they know that comprehensives await them in just a few more days.

Around the campus the elms display the pale green of their brand-new foliage and the darker green of the lawns sets off the dazzling whiteness of Dartmouth Hall, freshly painted for the coming Commencement weekend and still without its shut- ters. Overhead a cloudless sky permits the daylight-saving-time sun to get through undiluted to the sunbathers, who are out in full force on Tuck Mall and the slope below the observatory. Tennis players, in shorts, ply their way back and forth along Wheelock Street; Main Street strollers carry ice cream cones instead of rackets; and some students, steeling themselves against the siren Spring, disappear into the cool quietness of Baker library, passing on the way a few men who made a noble try but found the siren irresistible in the warm, bright sun.

Dartmouth men of all ages will remember that it was ever thus. Spring in Hanover brings to the campus a special sort of joy and cameraderie, heightened by the knowledge that the season passes all too swiftly and that mingled with its brightness are all the signs of another college year about to end.