all came plainly to his ears. The man on top of him arched his back to ease the pressure; another on the edge of the pile tried to twist his ankle. You meet both those men on the gridiron. The referee blew his whistle, the ball was down; as if he did not know it. Then came the long, low-sounding whistle, the game was over. And someone kicked him on the head; you also meet that kind of a man on the football field. A dull, strange pain filled his head, he heard as from a distance the shouts of hundreds and hundreds of strong young voices; and that was all. When he came to himself he was in his bedroom, the light was burning dimly, and in his study he heard the hum of low voices. Up on the hill the chapel-bel was ringing merrily, and a new red glare came in from the north window. The shoutings came nearer and nearer, and an army stopped beneath his windows. He heard the dear old college cheer ring out with "Wilcox-Wilcox-Wilcox!" on the end, and he thought he recognized the voice of the same wise old Smith leading the cheering. His chum came in, fixed the coverings on the bed, turned out the light, and then went out to join the crowd. The freshman lay there with his face towards the red glare, tears trickled down his cheeks and his head still throbbed and throbbed. H. R. P., '02. THE TUFTONIAN. EDITORIAL BOARD. RICHARD BRADFORD COOLIDGE, Editor-in-Chief. 1902. } RUTH BURLEIGH DAME. 1903. CHANDLER MASON WOOD. THE OPENING OF In the opening number of the year, THE YEAR. in the time of beginnings of all college activities, the TUFTONIAN welcomes 1905 to the fullness of college life. The registration of the new class shows that in number and in quality the college will find ready supporters of every demand she may put upon them. They come at a time when the college is best equipped to re ceive them and at a time when they can do most for themselves and for their college. The year is begun and an avenue of usefulness is open to each comer to utilize to the fullest in his own best way. But amid the satisfaction of a new year, the time is remembered for another reason. It was at a moment of our country's history that the college met. Chapel became a memorial service in honor of the late president and, elsewhere in these pages is printed Dr. Shipman's tribute spoken on that morning. Those who were present will remember for a long time the opening of their life here, while the college bell tolled on Ballou opposite and the bright autumn morning came in with a shadow. The dignity of that service and the feeling of the time will be held in mind when after events of a college life are forgotten It is with deep regret that we of the TUFTONIAN are again called upon to record the loss of a student from our midst. The sad accident which resulted in the death of Myrtle Hanson has left vacant a place which can never be filled, The sorrow that is the felt at her death is softened only by the loving honor which we are able to pay to her memory. COMPULSORY The new chapel regulations which have CHAPEL. come into effect this term are being watched with great interest by the college. What was in name only compulsory chapel is now become a reality From a system enforced some years ago with spirit and then allowed to fall into disuse and diffidence, we are now brought to the fact of a limited number of "cuts' each term. To our seeming there is satisfaction in the change, and in the transforming of the scantily-attended, half-hearted service of last year to the most satisfying and whole-souled morning meeting that we now attend. Nor was the change made without reason and without justification. A committee of the faculty investigated the problem of chapel attendance in the New England colleges and a comparison of the results lead to the adoption of the present rules and the present methods of enforcement. The fact is again with us and the point of interest is the student attitude. Chapel attendance or attendance at any service is largely a matter of habit. It is a failing of human nature to turn rather toward the moment's convenience than towards, perhaps, irksome duty. So with the college man, that convenience leads him oftener toward the breakfast table than toward a morning service. Chapel, then, at our hour of the day is insecure of an attendance without the prop of compulsion-shown only too truly last year. Benefits again, if there be benefits in a daily morning meeting, can only be secured in the fullest degree where every presence is the rule and this compulsory chapel best affords. Does not Tufts need the daily benefits of a gathering where the college may see itself and be one in thought and purpose for a moment? A variety of reasons tends to keep us individals; the proportion of day students who are here only a part of the time and miss much of the unity of college life; the diversity of the courses which offer the engineer and the "regular" few meetings in common; our situation near a city which affords every facility and inducement to spend time away from the Hill, these three and others are opposed to unity. We need then, a unifying influence, an opportunity to see our united strength and what and who we are. If nothing more than as a beginning of the day together, compulsory chapel seems to be in place. Sometimes, too, indifference or a lack of college spirit is cast up against the Tufts undergraduate; for the death of this and for the unity of his college it is our hope that each Tufts man will accept the new regulation, not with a reluctant compliance, but with a ready, broad-minded willingness that is the mark of the best college man. The success of it and the possible good that may come from it rest now in the attitude of the individual student. AN ALTERED We confess to a certain loving conservaARCHITECTURE. tism in regard to all on the hill. It is a student's privilege to be on terms of arrogant familiarity with everything animate and inanimate about his college, and he resents the slightest change by which he is made a stranger. Even the new faces, welcome though they are, seem intrusive-and what can be said to the vandals who have been on the Hill since commencement? They worked like thieves in the night, and coming back we found merely a few things the less to love. First of the changes to meet the eye, who does not feel the loss of the old railing that crowned Ballou for so many years? Ballou is the oldest building on the hill, characteristically New England in its architectural dignity and strength, the product, as Mr. Whittemore has said, of our purest building time since Colonial days. It is a hill-top building, brought to a full stature in the railing, which is not an ornament, but an organic part. Robbed of this it loses its reach and influence in the landscape and stands decapitated on the hill. This is an age of vandalism. Harvard's stately walks are set at defiance by a motley, inharmonious fence. Tufts has barely a half century of associations, and these may not be held in peace. Surely we shall never gain a venerable antiquity if we yield so soon to wanton change; and yet it is the force of association with antiquity and the love of beauty in the present that give true strength to a college. Is there not love enough for the old and for the beautiful in the college to restore Ballou ? THE LOSS OF THE We are reminded, furthermore, of COLLEGE PUMP. the taking off of the college pump' that stood on the old well site, almost, it seems, from the very beginnings of the college. The veteran yields to the ' new generation; the day of the sedate wooden pump succumbs to the modernity of a "bubbler" fountain, and they' uproot from the very campus a first source of association and tradition: Its creaking wooden handle, forsooth, could not keep pace with the times, and the faithful servant is laid aside. It seems a sacrilege to do it-friends as we are with the pump, whose acquaintance with other classes goes back in turn two score of years. There was more college story, history and tradition recorded on its rough and painted sides than we can ever credit to the person of its ugly successor. It is said in excuse of the deed that the pump was not at fault, but that the well water was impure. In fact, they say, it had been condemned by a neighboring Board of Health. At that same time, however, a graduate of the early sixties came back to the Hill, and with the instinct born of habit, visited the pump. Taking a long draught, he exclaimed with enthusiasm as he he set the tin dipper down, "This is the best water anywhere on earth." If the well water were impure, then the ⠀ pump and its associations gave it a flavor that made it good. Such was the power of the pump, and if that old land mark has fallen a victim to short comings, not its own, then the more's the pity. In this connection there have come to the TUFTONIAN several verses that speak the student sentiment. They are printed here under the title, "Prayer of the Undergraduate." PRAYER OF THE UNDERGRADUATE. In sorrow bowed They took the pump Our hearts are rent In fear we cower On bended knees |