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...little missive in this morning's mail from the Cornell Daily Sun betokens a feeling among its editors almost akin to the yearnings of mother love. They so wanted to have a little pet all their very own. What must have been their anguish then when little "Touchdown" took his last romp with the Big Red Team up and down the campus, or wherever they did romp...
...awful pity that such a nice docile animal should have to die--poor Cornell, poor bear! But although Harvard has never lost such a treasure, it alas never had one to lose. Small wonder that Cornell won in 1915 for the Crimson team never had a pet of its own to frolic with through the dull afternoons in the Stadium. But could the Big Red Team triumph again without its oh so human mascot to guide...
Despite the chilly, highbrow attitude of The Crimson in scoring "the silly antics of mascots," is it not human to have a pet, to cherish some symbolic creature? And does not the horse-play of the rival mascots and their keepers afford the spectators much good, wholesome amusement in the midst of a tense athletic struggle when opposing bloods are apt to become warm? Poor Harvard has not even the memory of a nice, docile, little bear like "Touchdown" whose presence was so helpful in 1915 when the Big Red Team administered a drubbing to the Crimson eleven...
...Author. Sinclair Lewis - son and grandson of doctors, onetime reporter, now 40 and the Nation's semiofficial castigator, - may be somewhat rosily seen as he has projected himself in Lie-Hunter Arrowsmith. Yale made no pet of him when he matriculated from Sauk Center, Minn. ; but, after he wrote Main Street, his Yale class asked him to speak at a reunion. Lewis did speak - a brief, baleful curse upon that class...
...least, that was the thought uppermost in my mind last Saturday while sitting in my club, reading TIME. Seeing the magazine and knowing it to be a particular pet of mine, a friend (let us call him Peter Perkins, for short) came over to me and expostulated. He accused you gentlemen, the editors, of "throwing mud at our President." He admitted that it was subtle stuff-mud that did not stain your hands, but which made the President to look foolish...