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Spotless as alabaster statues were the greyhound Lilly of Devoir and the big French poodle Nunsoe Duc de la Terrace. The tight white coat of the wire-haired fox terrier Flornell Spicy Bit of Halleston was hound-marked with tan; the silky white of the pointer Benson of Crombie marked with liver. Snowflake, the Old English sheepdog, looked like a fresh snow drift blanketed with fine blue-grey ash. Only the Pekingese Wu Foo of Kingswere showed no white in its tawny-red fluff. The final judging lasted 20 minutes. Dr. Jarrett watched the six prize-winners as they circled...
...read in today's CRIMSON the adverse editorial on the proposed public oral divisional examinations of the concentrators in History and Literature. It is the most stupid thing I have ever heard of, and utterly lacking a bass is in reason--the editorial, with a bit of foresight, anybody can see how truly admirable the plan is. To line the greatest shame of all is that we must thank a Yale man for it. There is no possible reason why knowledge accumulated at the expense of the University should not be offered back, at least partially, and how better than...
...willing to be fair, I think you will admit that in a short time the examinations will be looked forward to with great eagerness--men will compete hotly for the honor of representing their departments, and what is now regarded with a bit of mal de mer, will be looked on, to use Dwight Fiske's immortal word...
...Finger is gray-haired, and a bit wrinkled, and a good deal be-paunched; one would think him old enough to have learned not to take himself seriously. But, alas, he seems to feel in his way-down-deepmost soul that he has a personality, and likewise--or therefore--a message for humanity. That personality is composed of seven children, a penchant for beefsteak and good liquor, and the capacity to take pleasure in reading. One regrets, when reading "After the Great Companions," that he chose to discourse on literature and progeny rather than on food and drink...
...even hinted that there might not be much point in looking for it, the perverse have been looking. What became of the Bandicoot? No one ever knew. Well, hardly anyone, but a student of biology, casting about through the caverns of Peabody Museum this week, came upon a curious bit of taxidermy. The label, like all Peabody labels, was in flower long before Saki's colonel, and it reads "Broad-Billed Bandicoot." Spurred on by his discovery, the student of biology is now planning to invade Widener's "Books Uncatalogued for Lack of Funds, 1932-1933, 115,000." After...